These little berries on the old sour bush.
Seven years ago I stood on Church Street in Atlanta and wrote a poem comparing my lover’s kiss to the first bloom of spring.
Elizabeth in the garden surrounded by daisies, but not of the Buchanan variety.
The day I took this foto, Sunday, August 13, I was up to my sinuses in a summer cold. All I craved was a hot cup of anything to make me well again. Lavender and lemon tea with local raw honey.
This, during a walk through the botanical gardens at my daughter’s school.
August Break Day 2: Gold This isn’t just any gold unicorn horn, it’s a talisman perched atop a delightful cake for my daughter’s 20th birthday. As a mermaid, I’m no stranger to magic, but it’s a joy to watch my girl come into her full young woman-unicorn self (next week she may be a sweet blue-feathered bird singing in the rain for love and toasted granola, she does that). I’m participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break photo-journaling challenge. And it… Keep Reading
I drove past this church on our way home after being away with my daughter for a month while she completed a linguistics research fellowship. What better way to begin a new day than with an open invitation for a little pray.
May is my favorite month becsuse it’s the birth month and Mother’s Day. It’s also a time when we awake from winter’s slumber; the quiet soft warmth just before the lingering daylight and heat of summer. And just like the tulips and daffodils pushing their bright faces through the soil, I trade sleeves, scarves, and snow boots for bare shoulders, loose-fitting dresses, and bare toes painted the color of seas.
Haiku #14 Hiding in the tall grass: Your red Obi sash and my tortoiseshell comb.