I am not sure who I am. Usually, I am hidden behind the smiles, determination, and stubborn kindness which she possesses. I loiter in the shadows. Sometimes she sees me and will let me speak, but never with conviction. But sometimes, I step into the light and onto center stage . I bask in the tears and frustration she feels. If only she'd let me stay here, we'd learn to work together. Instead, she suffocates me with denial, platitudes, and that insufferable ability to ignor

Like words unsaid, I hide. Instead of moving forward, taking a chance on someone, something, I step back. Too many burns. Too many scars....

I should be happy. My book is out there for all of you. My words, set upon the page, are live. What next? It is not enough that my words...

It's here!  It's in print!  I am so excited.   I can see why it takes a year or more to get a brook printed.  The amount of times I...

The annual trek to the great outdoors happened earlier this year. Daytime was still ending around seven-thirty, the air was cool and the...

Becoming an author wasn't a dream. It fell upon me like silken bedsheets. Smoothly transitioning my life from photography to writing.   ...