the buds have started showing on the trees and the afternoon sun has an undercurrent of warmth that wasn't there before...for me, winter still holds the earth firmly in hand...
No, I’m Not Okay…
"No, I'm not okay... but unlike before I can see a light at the end of the tunnel." A personal post.
My Little Backwoods Corner
...where I explain the nature of the love-hate relationship I have with my hometown.
That Old Farmhouse – a poem
A poem reminiscing about cold childhood mornings and the warmth of the wood stove.
Thinking About Independence Day
Freedom isn't something we're given. It's something we have to fight for - not once or twice, not just when it's convenient or when it affects us personally - but all the time. Freedom is something that, if you grow complacent, can slip away from you before you know it.