I grew up on maple syrup covered pancakes and waffles made lovingly by my “breakfast is my thing” father. Or the occasional special outing a...

The Lord Remembers ~ The horizon disappears into the clouds Doves cry out as the rain comes down Strong coffee in a small mug, strong pen in...

The Nest ~ Home near the water and in the trees Hear the birds and taste the seas Bring moss and twigs and flowers We'll be weaving and ...

 They came out of their shells together. :)  For the first time I saw two empty shells together, side by side.  Leaving the old behind and b...

The urge to be enveloped by the ocean depths was unusually strong in the late afternoon. As if I simply had to be in the water. It was a p...