My Mother, a little girl, sits, in my father’s easy chair. moment by moment healing in the evening…

Little souvenirs. Tucked in pockets, stuffed in the corner of the drawer, left unattended in a box on top of the closet or under the bed. Moments are treasured and stored within the heart, bobbing in the back of one's…

Dear Mom, My heart is full… more-so it is overflowing. It is heavy with love, tenderness… it aches. I have seen your love, tasted your love, felt your love…love’s messages pour from your steady, strong heart with such power that…

While my father was in the hospital I stayed with my cousins Judy and Chris, since going home to Willows was too far away to be a daily option. Their back bedroom (or as nicknamed, "The Green Room at the…

                            The rice fields are flooded, the seeds are taken root, the harvest will come months later…. yet today the water stagnates; it is bittersweet. Life in its many moments, rich…

                      The tenderness that surrounds our hearts is healing. Soft and caring, full and rich. My family and I thank you. We are overwhelmed by our grief, yet your generous constant support cushions…