Holding her own. Felt like pure gold. Love thick as honey, Poured golden, From one to another. Photo: Of my Mother’s white ironstone collection.

                Anyone who knows me well knows I fall asleep at the wheel. Not a fact I am proud of, but one that makes going places rather scary when I am the driver. My sister…

             May you feel the healing power of love, giving you the grace to bloom anew… Photo: Wildflowers growing on the coastal cliff by Mendocino.

                   The little girl who had short, red, curly hair, bobbed up and down the aisle while her Mother looked at swimsuits. I was amused by her non-stop chatter, and her Mother’s faithful replies.…

                My name is Bun-Bun. I was once-upon-a-time a fluffy white and plump bunny. When Chelsea was a wee baby her cousin Annie gave me to her. I no longer have fur, nor pink velvet…

For hands that embrace and encourage others to play, For hearts that beat a tune that set feet a dancing, For sparks within the soul that light the way for others, For the days behind, and the day to come,…