Monthly Archives: August 2011

The shadows are getting long as I plod along the trail with my husband and son, overwhelmed by the thick smell of honeysuckle that wafts in from the surrounding wood line. A doe and her twins stand perfectly still, in the brush, as we pass by…thump, thump, thump, thump…my feet hit the ground at aContinue reading “You Were Made to Do This”

Her hair, once dark and flowing over her shoulders, has lightened, as soft wisps of gray have become more prominent. And there are a few more lines in her face than there used to be. Lines near the corners of her crystaline blue eyes…eyes that once sparked with the wild optimism of youth…dimmer now, as the tragediesContinue reading “The Most Beautiful Woman I Know…”