It’s snowing in Sedona where it almost never snows. We are warm and snug inside the Antelope Drive house and I allow my mind to wander. This little ditty appears. Heavy with love, my heart bursts open…and from the broken places I thought were mended long ago…the jewels of love spill out… They sparkle in … More Ditty for a snowy afternoon

I tore apart one of the large cardboard moving boxes left over from our recent move to our new house, and using a black marker I printed my name, age, and phone number on it in large black letters that couldn’t be missed. The sign read: “My name is Eleanor. I am thirteen years old … More The “Sign”