The Long Driveway Home

When I was a little girl, we lived down a long rocky driveway. I would ride my bike from our house to the end of it every day to get our mail. The mailboxes were bunched together on the side of the state highway where our driveway came out. I used to dream of...
In Search of Quiet

In Search of Quiet

I don’t know when I became a 100 year old woman, but here we are. A chunk of my counseling session yesterday was me yapping about noise so much that my counselor gave me homework. She asked that I book at least two days, one night alone, away…somewhere,...
The Art of Storytelling in Haiti

The Art of Storytelling in Haiti

It has been awhile…I am sorry. A little backstory… I really thought once I had a new beautiful home for all of my words that I would write ALL the time. Sharing my musings, travels, lessons, tips, etc. as I had always tried to do…but NOW more...
The Gift of 47.

The Gift of 47.

When I was a little girl, birthdays were EPIC events in our family. EPIC. That might be one of the things I have missed the most since my parent’s split when I was eight years old, being celebrated. I say that, yet as I type this, my Sis is in her kitchen...
Feels Like Home

Feels Like Home

I am a big fan of cheesy romantic films so it should be no surprise that I have a few songs from their soundtracks on my iPod. This afternoon as I am wrapping up multiple pages of to do lists for a #Monday - my niece walks in beaming…she just got her first job...