A visual poem celebrating the magic of the Christmas tree!

It’s Christmas day, and as the kids grumble about the gifts they didn’t receive, you’re in the kitchen, surrounded by the sharp aroma of ...

Even though Millie has ceased to be a daily presence, her passing leaves a painful emptiness. John and I feel the absence of her ...

Ashes to ashesdust to dustamong the light. The light you gaveonce filled mewith immeasurable hope. I placed my trustinto what I believedwas a sincere ...

November was busy for me. I had an amazing trip with my best friend, filled out many job applications, and attempted to write 50,000 ...

Crisp white flakes pour down They paint earth’s brown canvas bright They bring forth new life

Every day is a mix of the good, bad, and the ugly. What if a stranger walks in on an ugly moment? A small ...

We skate on icy rainbowsthat shimmer between puffy cloudssliding along the blades of golden rayscareful of the jagged shards. Puffs of foggy shouts crystallizeas ...

Previously, I had stated, “And thus ended the year 1991 Anno Domini.” Not entirely, though! The year 1991 is also the year Millie leaves ...

Sunset The red sky said Not yet TwilightThe bright moon winksStage right Nightfall The stars espiedMasked ball