Balancing Life with a Touch of Farm
As I have watched my country literally burning before my eyes this past week, I have cried more times than I care to admit. The violation I have felt watching my city being kicked in the gut has been more than I can take. …
I drive the car into the parking lot, his lanky frame, dressed in black, waits. My heart feels heavy as he opens the door and quietly gets in. My husband asks how he’s doing and I listen to their exchange. My son. …
I look around me, seeing, not believing–really–how many people are here. Millions. They each have their own place here, on this thing called the World Wide Web. Yet I step out into this space and start building. I’ve been over here in the corner for …
I’ve been writing since I was a child. My first experience with writing came in third grade. I remember it like it was yesterday. The assignment was given on a worksheet, with a writing prompt: the top half was a blank space for a drawing …