Pink… hint of orange in the glow that was a beacon to the light that glistened off the castle. Ruins… but still emanating the thrill of first sight… first chance as the sun crested over the river. What could it be…. what was this glow that captivated and drew in the observer? For just a … More The Changing Light…
I was home alone, it was a quiet day, and I kept hearing odd sounds coming from above my head… on my tin roof. Plink.. plink… bam..kerpunk It sounded like someone was up there.. It is not December, so it can’t be Santa with his mischievous reindeer.. so what in the world? This needed further … More The end of the weekend…
When your kid is driving 40 hours back to his home base, and you keep texting him… but there is no answer. The anxiety/prayer requests explode within your inner radar, and you find yourself begging for the Almighty to let your son arrive safely to his destination. It’s the not knowing… the waiting.. the attempting … More The inner thoughts that roll around…
It arrives unexpectedly, and It’s never welcome. The darkness.. I see it in his eyes, the way it furrows his brow, and obliterates his pupils. I watch with careful deliberation , and everything within me aches to take his pain away. I cannot… It is not mine to relinquish. I have learned much, and yet … More The Hurting Mind…
The heaviness and humidity in the air hangs like thick jello pudding, dripping off your skin, sticky, and uncomfortable. That sensation that comes upon you in the summer time ,when even the bugs can’t be bothered to fly about, because the air just feels too oppressive. The only expedient solution would be to dip … More The Tangled Garden….
The Painted Lady Bed and Breakfast Inn is a well appointed century home, set upon lush green lawns, with a gracious front porch where It’s possible to live all summer ….camping out on the soft couch. There’s a rustic coffee table with white petunias set upon it. It’s that old style wide and creaky wooden … More 100 days…..
The lightness of the air as I stepped off the plane immediately brings a smile to my face. The familiarity of this airport, and the nostalgia for this area is welcoming, and haunting all at once. Memories cascade in, of running a little girl up and down the corridors at high speed, brown curls blowing … More More than a picnic….
Queen of the North, is just one of the titles that she has been given, She/He is a son, a friend, a brother, a nephew, a cousin, and a grandson too. She is known as Brooklyn Htyes, a drag queen, and is also my cousin Brock, who was my perfect little ring bearer from over … More What a drag….
There is a 5 digit code to get into “ The neighborhood.” The key pad is lit by a red light, but when the numbers are added succinctly, the light turns green, and I can enter or exit, depending on my direction.. or possible misdirection. This door is kept locked, and protected because these inhabitants … More What’s going on in the hood?…..
