Tonight when I was driving home from work I beheld a fabulously orange moon against a smokey black sky. It … More

Nocturnal enchantment 

2am on a Friday morn, sleep eludes me and my yellow porch swing in the backyard beckons for my company.  … More

Makeup and dirt…

eleven years old is a confusing time… sometimes four; sometimes seventeen  but where in the world does eleven hide? Confused … More

Morning Coffee 

First, that wonderful aroma draws me in, envelops and slowly begins to awaken my sleepy senses. My hands wrap around … More