About Me

Christmas traditions are spare in my family, the most persistent tradition being that we didn’t celebrate it at all for many years. But recently, various traditions from past years have been reborn. Driving through the neighborhood on Christmas Eve to look at all the lights. A decorative plate piled high with chilled fudge and placed on the sideboard. I would love to follow the Icelandic tradition and spend the entire night before Christmas curled up before the fireplace with

A dream is not like the fog which flees from the sun. Nor like the winter snow that melts when its time is done. A dream is a seed...

You said I could fly, could make a difference in the world. You told me great things were in store for me. You taught me how to...

It shies not from the wind nor rain, snow nor burning sun. Standing sentinel behind the house it serves as shade, landmark, anchor for...

I smile when I think of the years past and all the memories we made. Trips to the store for the iced tea that Grandma wanted with lunch -...

I remember screaming in the shower, crying out to God with all of my heart. I couldn't understand why he would bless me with so much then...

A cheerful morning sun, traffic humming up and down the street. The sharp thud of boots hitting the boardwalk and early risers running...