Steps

I was eleven when the Madonna carving first arrived in our home. Initially, my father purchased the statue for his...

I sat in a chair, sipping coffee and reflecting on what life had been trying to reveal through her whispers...

It is cold outside, especially for someone who lives in a place that is usually warm to hot. I did...

It was a random find in my dad’s desk.  Initially, I assumed I knew where the keys would fit and what...

The shop was silent, except for the sounds of my creation.  The setting was the same as it had been for...

The tarmac I was standing on could have been anywhere.  The parking lot and nearby road were eerily silent.  Nothing was moving.  I...

The view from the Christmas meal with extended family included a tall hardwood tree.  On a crisp and clear day, it...

Power lines run through my life. Often in the form of friends, the power that drives my life goes beyond...

Today begins with a strong sense of family, past and present.  The house is still; nothing except my fingers is moving.  The...

Life is not always pretty.  The experiences of pain and angst are everywhere one looks.  Hidden beneath the surface are the dirty...