• The Smell of the Sea

    Join me as I remember Prince Edward Island, Canada, where I left a piece of my heart: As the rental car drove from the airport across a dark island, the sunrise seeped a slow beacon of light into the landscape, illuminating a veritable fairyland. Mile after mile of tall pink and purple spires misted the… Continue Reading

  • Beloved Bookshelf

    If you are like me, you have a bookshelf where treasured words slumber. Tucked side by side on dog-eared pages, these tidings of wisdom wait for life to slow its weary pace long enough to be noticed and cherished, once again. Now is the time for awakening!   Henry David Thoreau (Walden): I sat in… Continue Reading

  • Autumn Swirl

    Steamy mug of spicy cider. Swirling leaves a’tumbling down. Gentle breeze evokes a shiver. Summer’s casting off her crown. Soft wind spiced with harvest’s fragrance. Melon juice drips off my chin. Crickets chirping final chorus. Autumn’s fingers reaching in. Sapphire blooms along the fencerow. Zinnias tempt with pollen binge. Pumpkin splashes dot the garden. Russet… Continue Reading

  • In a Nutshell

    Critiques crush, yet . . . I persist. Rejections rain, yet . . . I persist. Naysayers speak, yet . . . I persist. Self-doubt hovers, yet . . . I persist. I shield this self-doubt with my mantra. As an aspiring children’s writer, I’d like to proclaim my mantra written by a famous somebody… Continue Reading

  • Glory in the Meadow

    When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . golden memories . . . of love . . . in God’s glorious garden of life. When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . no doubts . . . of his destination. “I will be in glory,” he assures us. When… Continue Reading

  • Michilimackinac

    In the waters joining Lake Michigan and Lake Huron, near the bridge connecting Michigan’s lower peninsula to the upper peninsula, lies a hump-backed island named Michilimackinac by the Native Americans. Michilimackinac, which has been shortened to Mackinac, means “place of the great turtle.” Today the island resembles a turtle not only in shape but also… Continue Reading

  • The Possibility of the Impossible

    When the object and the subject of my prayer become one, I can move mountains. I know this to be true, for I have experienced it firsthand. It requires an intensity of focus that is not easy to achieve and only comes with practice. Some call it meditation. But I call it prayer. Many of… Continue Reading

  • Sweet Honey Buzz

    If I buzzed about in blooms, I’d chat with friends in rosy rooms. I’d sip from fragrant purple buds in polka-dotted pollen duds. I’d soar among the hollyhocks and snuggle into frilly frocks. I’d make a sticky honey brew that’d flow like sunshine’s golden hue. And then I’d rest beneath a bell where perfumed dreams… Continue Reading

  • Wild Blackberry Banter

    My first reaction to a situation tells me a lot about me. ******* If you were to unexpectedly drop by Peacock Prairie late in the morning, ideally this would be my reaction: Dog barks. I stop my writing and look up from my computer. Someone’s here. Who could it be? Pre-showered, in a mis-matched outfit,… Continue Reading

  • One Little Thing

    Throughout my day, ideas pepper my mind of ways to spread love–reach out to that one, write a note to that one, open up to that one, hug that one, pay attention to that one. Often the ideas are out of my comfort zone, so I ignore them . . . and go on my… Continue Reading