I was the child who climbed up into the cradle of tree branches with a book, a pen and my journal and observed the world from a safe distance. Maybe it’s time to come down and tell people what I saw.
What is it about swans?
They make me think of fairy tales
And the ugly duckling
who discovers he’s a swan
It’s been five years now since my birth father died. There are many times when he seems so, not gone….
On Tuesday, I received in the mail some photos that my ex sent me. They must have gotten mixed with…
“The Soul cannot be held back by any imaginary boundary drawn against it; not by mountain ranges, not by rivers,…
While I was in Tucson, Steve and I went to visit Mission San Xavier. Since 1797, when the church was…