Nanny’s Garden

My grandmother was a wonderful woman, her soft blue eyes full of the wisdom of her years, yet they retained a spark of mischief – though at the time I did not know what that meant. Continue reading


A Life Altering Moment

My friend Jennifer and I just did a post in our shared blog, Cook Me A Story, about the reading I attended on May 14th, and I feel the need to elaborate on it. The reading made me realize how important it is to tell our stories – honestly and openly. Continue reading

Eighty-Seven Cents

I walked down the street, enjoying the beautiful spring day despite the awkward glances from those I passed. I drew the clean, fresh air deeply into my lungs. I savored it as though it were the dessert of my last meal. Strolling along, outside the wrought iron fence which encased the public gardens, I peered in through the bars at the beautiful new blossoms. My eyes caressed every flower, absorbing every minute detail. Continue reading