My first impression of Sherry was “Stepford Wife”. A tall, thin, blonde, Sherry appeared to be the perfect wife and mother. The stones in her garden
Closing my eyes, I imagine a body of water. In my mind’s eye I see a lake in Muskoka: a thick morning mist hovering over the
Today is where your book begins; the rest is still unwritten. These song lyrics have run through my mind all night, keeping me from sleeping.
I fear illness. I grew up in a household where dis-ease was the norm. My mother had her first dance with death as a
“I hate my life right now!” Leigh had been lamenting for most of the evening. It was New Year’s Eve, and I had invited a
Like silk whispering across my skin; a gentle mist kissing my soul; kindness unburdening me; warmth, and cinnamon spice; She comes. Of the Earth,