I Don’t Want Her To Be Afraid

For my daughter.

How to Fall in Love With Writing Again

“Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without…

Mother, a complicated subject

A poem

Homesickness is a Bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup

The ocean is big and scary. That is a childish thought, but a valid one if…

Wave Dancer

Beneath the empty sky
I stood alone.
A gentle breeze stirred the waves,
not fierce nor wild, but playful,
spraying drops of rainbow light.