When the snow came, I could feel the revolution.  Walking through the neighborhood, camera in hand, I was looking for my final moment.  A...

I nearly forgot the day .  The chance phone call pulled me out of the fog prodding my memory. I would have missed the moment, missed ...

The morning came when my husband bent down to kiss my waking head.  Fresh from the shower he reminds me of all things new. Yesterday ec...

Sometimes the weekend is both joy and sorrow. Good friends and inspiration and dreaming and defining and then, too, teenage traumas and ...