Sorry, comments are closed for this post.

It Shouldn’t Have Happened To Her

It shouldn’t have happened to her or them or him or even— to me.  My eyes open to the gift of life each morning with hope and expectation.  The hope of a good day at work and the automatic expectation that the day will result in a return trip home, crawling into bed and drifting…

Notes from Writing Class

Last night in class, our instructor had us write letters to ourselves from our persistence and from our inspiration. Great writing prompts. We had three minutes to write each one.  I thought I would share just for fun.  Maybe you need encouragement to press on towards a goal.  Write a quick letter to yourself! The…

Musings about Love from An Essay of Transformation

The more I learn about love, about simply loving- the more I am endeared to it, permeated by it and transformed into a vessel of it.  Love mystifies me. Love is a noun, a verb, an adjective, an adverb, an exclamation, a question, a name, a sin, a choice, an antonym for hate, it is…

Featured In