Separation

  • Changing Seasons, Finding Home

    We had small children. Three and six years old: button noses, tiny hands. When my husband and I separated, we needed to because that was the next and only step we knew how to take. We’d forgotten how to breathe… Continue reading

  • Sleepy Heart

    Sleepy heart, whisper to me of laughter and love; comfort trickling down the mountain of mysterious life. Shall I bring the sunrise? Shall I wipe away these tears with the sweet knowing of tomorrows smile? Continue reading