February 16, 2023

Writing Memories: The Walkabout With My Daughter

More than a decade ago, I had the privilege of accompanying my daughter, Rita, on a unique journey. She rode her bicycle or walked from the southernmost tip of Florida, all the way to Canada.
December 31, 2021

One Year of Roosting: A Look Back on the First Year of the MockingOwl Roost

For me, being a part of MockingOwl Roost is part of a more significant thing that needed to be done within me, raising from the dead my ability to write.
December 25, 2021

Christmas Traditions

I grew up in the ’60s.I believed in Santa Claus.We had a real tree every year with tinsel – real tinsel. And putting it up was a family affair. A tradition that continued into adulthood, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
October 12, 2021

Emotional Widow

Emotional widows aren’t seen. It is like having an invisible illness. People can't see it, therefore it's difficult to pin down...
September 30, 2021

The Llama You’ll Never Know

Hiking Machu Picchu is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Capturing an award-winning photograph of a llama on said Ancient Wonder is, too. Or at least, I assume it […]
September 11, 2021

When Schizophrenia Came: A Remembrance

Schizophrenia was not your end, though the incidents leading to your diagnosis did feel like it. Schizophrenia did not remove you from existence, though you were never recognizable as the sunny, bubbly, quirky girl we used to know after that diagnosis...
July 27, 2021

How Wandering Aimlessly Led to My First “Big Break” as a Writer

My love of horses led to my first break as a writer. A story of inspiration.
July 24, 2021

Thank You, God – I’m Leaving Here

Sometimes, you just gotta leave.
July 14, 2021

That Night in Parramatta

When all seems meaningless, is there hope?
June 24, 2021

Divergent Memory of a Burning Heap

Our memories diverge from one another. Sometimes there's joy to be found in the divergence - sometimes there's a painful reality to discover.
January 27, 2021

Home When I Get There

There were stories and daydreams And much talk of the future Of serving in that place of my soul Where he’s known I would someday go.
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