My mother and me. I absorb the imagine of my four-year-old self and this perfect moment. As I time travel backwards, I enter a container...

This picture I came upon by accident. I can thank my brother, the mastermind behind the stacks of slides painstakingly scanned into...

When my dad came home from work during the summer evenings, he would take me into the garden. With a colander and a basket, we gathered...

I am fond of this picture for many reasons, but having the Pillsbury doughboy in the shot, makes it even more delicious. Body image, food...

Communion I’ve been listening to the quiet voice within. The one that speaks softly. The one that tugs and pulls at me when I am not...

Winter Solstice ~ A Return to Light Winter Solstice: A Return to Light Under the dark night of winter, I plant seeds of hope for new...

Remodeling of the Soul Growing up I lived in homes where my father created plans and built things. He remodeled kitchens and bathrooms,...