
The Color We Bring
Birthday reflections for intentional living

Mud-Slinging Hope

The Idea of Spring
A poem to inspire the upcoming season

Letter to Hope

Grief & Hope
The deep red cushioned seat hugs me at a play with my daughter. The overture for Annie begins and all of a sudden I started to tear up. I don’t know what it was about that moment that made me miss my dad, I just did. Grief is a multitude of feelings and it sneaks up on me in the oddest of moments.
