I want to get off a village bus stop at dusk and hear sheep bleating and maybe nothing else but the bus rumbling away.Read More
Living a life of hope & wholeness and sometimes writing about it.
There’s something about a rainy autumn day, cold toes trapped in boots, and Ben Howard playing in my ears that make me feel like my best self.Read More
I wish I could tell you that my childhood love of books led me to publishing, but that’s only partially true…Read More
How do you say good-bye? How do you walk away when you’re leaving so much behind?Read More
“I know, Mom, I know,” I said. But I wasn’t annoyed. I wasn’t rolling my eyes. I heard her. And I tucked those three words away somewhere safe.Read More
This garden hasn’t always been green. It wasn’t always inhabited by bees and grasshoppers and twenty-five year old dreamers trying to stay alive.Read More
There are 3 vases full of them—weird smelling yellow weeds that will probably die tomorrow. They are constant reminders of the contradictions of spring. That to bloom means you have to die.Read More