Hiya.  Still with me?  I keep saying I'm coming back to blogging, and especially to reading and commenting on the delicious posts from m...

People are special.  Our uniqueness; our individual personalities, passions and stories. As a photographer, I am always inspired in...

A while back, my friend Linda sent balm in the form of a note.  She wrote, "I felt like the world had gone out of kilter when my mothe...

“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed ...

Dear blog friends, thank you for the anniversary wishes. I'll be back to visit all your lovely posts soon. My mom passed away on Monday ...

At a shower and watching a bride-to-be open her many gifts, my then-5-year-old daughter Joy turned to me and asked, "Did you get a l...

Take an old hardback book with an interesting cover and boring contents, a jar of rubber cement, a pair of scissors, a pile of f...