Writing.

I believe the older we get the more we may just have to appreciate each others stories, even when told over and over. Sometimes knowing...

One day last week I arrived a bit late to meet with a photo student. Slightly out of breath I said “so sorry I’m late but the corn...

This is a new very old story. One that just keeps getting longer as a once treasured heirloom becomes beautiful sad pieces in a plastic...

he first worst day of my life happened at my favorite place in the world. A place where I have never lived and yet it is home. A lake...

“sorry for the long delay... got caught up watching a moth.” - pandemic text from my friend Sara Time moves on but is often mistaken for...

Years ago in a huge antique shop I was drawn to this tiny silver baby cup. On the little handwritten tag it simply said: ‘I had a hard...