Slanted sunbeams dance on falling leaves as they slowly pirrouette and join others on the ground.

Twisty Trails A pathway beckons, inviting me to enter a world quieted by moss and trees.

Greetings friends! I know you're wondering...how can anything be fickle and also faithful? The faithful part is easy to explain. . Phlox...

A quick walk to clear my head, that's really all I need. But a field beckons and wildflowers call. I am drawn to them like I'm drawn to...

A greater contrast to the gardens I had been enjoying I couldn't imagine.

Greetings, dear readers, on this grey February day, I'm writing to share a little hope... hope in the form of geranium seedlings. Because...

Now that the holidays are behind us with all their noise and glitter and magic, it feels as though winter is really here. The quiet...

Barren branches, arms raised high. Standing tall, proud, unashamed. The mystery of interwoven limbs is slowly revealed, exposed to eyes...

“Ken and Barbie?” I snorted, looking down at my swollen belly encased in my husband’s sweats. I was as big as a house. Granted, a small...

Night was always easier. Nobody passed by and pointed fingers, commenting on my hideous color, sagging porch, the general air of...

Another wave of nausea hit as Johanna stared at the small basket of leftovers on her table. She turned her back and tried to breathe...

Sometimes, seasons flow into one another effortlessly, graciously, making way for a new phase of life. But sometimes seasons collide, one...

Sun-warmed petals unfurl one by one, leaving behind the hardness of winter, the uncertainty of spring. Quiet, yet joyful in their...

Newborn leaves shouting a flamboyant green unfurl from bare branches. Spring! it all cries, jubilant to be alive. The rhythm of the...

At times harsh realities blow on my door, grief and disappointment rain down in icy pellets, clouds cover my soul, dull and dreary. An...

March, 2003 I stared at my ring finger. Something looked different. Off, somehow. I peered closer and felt my heart plummet to my toes....

Surrender is all around me as leaves let go, swirl in the wind and fall to the ground. Their brilliant colors turn drab, and soon they...

Summer has grown tired. Weary of holding its head up, it droops and withers, turning brown and insignificant. I feel the same weariness...

A wise woman once said something to me, just one sentence, and cliché though it may be, it stopped me in my tracks. Those simple words...

The aftermath of goals met and dreams realized. A new home in a new city. Jubilation mixed with exhaustion. Bitter mingled with sweet....