The secluded path on campus, near the creek, was dark that February afternoon. The recent storm was on its way North. I caught a glimpse of her eyes among the Sycamores. Moving closer I wanted to know what had happened…

                 The voice of compassion speaks from a wounded heart. The heart that knows the price of love. The one that understands that love does not need to be perfect to be real. The art…

                      My brother's four-year-old daughter was playing by his side while he was tinkering in his shop. At one point he accidentally dropped something on his finger. He bites his tongue trying not…

                       The back door is the front door in my childhood home. Everyone uses it except people who are selling something, or those coming to talk about religion. The back door is a…

                                      Do certain things remind you of someone? Hen and Chickens remind me of my Mom. Hen and Chickens, with its feathers reaching out, and its heart…

                      Yesterday I called home to confirm to my parents our flight information. My little nieces and nephew where there. I had already bought gifts for them, but I thought I’d ask anyway…