Journey Alongside

Something about Spring's teasing charm reminds me of the blossoms on the bushes outside my college apartment building. In my memories, I can feel the warmth of the asphalt on my bare feet, heading to the soccer field to study. And in remembering, I realize that small parts of me are held by those people …

Muffin Monday

The house is empty this morning. A silent sanctuary for my thoughts. I am blessed enough to be able to stand barefoot in my kitchen and bake. Toes freeze against the cold, tile floor. Etta James provides a melody to which my hips sway. I am reflecting on a period of my life that has come and …