Today we raise our fists high and put our hands together in celebration of our Feature Girl Warrior, marketing, advertising and communications professional, Tracie Clayton, the...
This is a very personal message from my heart to yours. This time of year always brings me to a place of reflection, contemplation and introspection. Maybe it has something to do...
Tuesday and Thursdays were ballet night. Twice a-week, fifty-two weeks, one hundred and four classes, three hundred and and twelve hours, times two years, I endured the art of...
Ma stood in the driveway waiting for her sister Hazel to come and pick her up to go shopping at Intercity. I sat in the orange plaid swivel rocker and watched her from the living...
Melissa sat in the brown Rubbermaid laundry hamper hugging her knees. She was wearing her over-sized blue sweatshirt with the Dalmatians on the front and purple leggings. Her...
Dear Love, I wanted you to know that my great grandmother’s name was Mary Ann Passingham and she was born on the Isle of Wight. And that some day I’m going to write a romance...
I’m not much of a dreamer. At least not at night when I’m asleep. I do a lot of daydreaming. But the other thing, not so much. I guess technically, I do dream. We...
It was inevitable. Bound to happen. I’d reach a certain age and life stage. Then bam. Smack. Thump. I’d start thinking about unfinished business. Well here I am. Signed....
I have many fond memories of Christmas. The wonder years at 204 waiting for Santa’s arrival. Shaking the merrily wrapped boxes adorned with bright ribbons and bows. Guessing...
The older I get the better I get at keeping secrets. I now understand how sacred secret keeping is. What a privilege it is to have someone trust you so dearly with a...
