February 16, 2023
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
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
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 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
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
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
My love of horses led to my first break as a writer. A story of inspiration.
June 24, 2021
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
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.