Faulty Memories
Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
Time to rise, meet the day and let go of yesterday. “How are you?” they smile and say….
I hold a vision, from here to there Where I can see, things of memory The path lays…
Am I here, As weariness sets in. Lost in the veiled mysteries of, What is meant to be?…
I recently passed somewhat of a milestone, alive for half a century. More years of my life behind…
We search, we seek to find. What do we desire? To fill our heart’s empty place, with the…
Sometimes we spend so much effort and time looking for grace when maybe we need only to stop…
Great post by Alyson Stanfield of the Art Biz Blog on the artist statement. Whether you are a…
She spoke those words, I cringed inside. A smile she shared, and I tried to hide. There is…