
My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.

My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.

As we begin to fade, seeming to become invisible to those around us, our emotions mounting in a…
Thank you to Christy at Poetic Parfait for inviting me on the Creative Process Blog Tour. It seems…

My 25 word memoir of grief. As I work on my full length memoir I have read several…
Hot sand clings to my face A scorching wind blows unceasingly As dry as this forgotten land Dusty…
We tiptoe quietly around afraid to wake the beast. He lies quietly sleeping, dozing fitfully his power unreleased….