Nearly a year ago, I was dreaming of the Pacific Northwest. I’d stir in the night, reeling from images of gentle rain and dense forests and cool, misty air in my Southern lungs. Of course I’d been there for just a moment–just a flash in the larger scheme of life. But as […]Read Post
“What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.”
They sit close, beneath the branches of a sprawling oak tree.
Inside, live music rattles the walls, but out back on a small, wooden bench in the summer moonlight, it is quiet.Read Post
When I close my eyes, breathe deeply and imagine my happy place, it’s this.
Always, always, it is this.Read Post