Mother Love My mother and me. I absorb the image of my four-year-old self and this perfect moment. As I…
As we cross the threshold into another year, we find ourselves reflecting on the past, while looking forward to the…
In the process of living, abandonment showed up. I was in my thirties when I realized that I had been…
I am practicing the art of wonderment. As a child I remember days filled with bare feet and dirty hands,…