There is a special song in the heart of a writer, but when that writer wears about a dozen different hats in her walk of life, it's often hard to hear as it gets drowned out among the distractions and noise. Sometimes the words come through easily. Sometimes not. With the quick pace of life
Category: be still
Waiting on….
Sometimes we wait for that perfect moment to do something.... And we wait. And we wait. And we wait. Oftentimes, we have waited so long we don't even remember that we were waiting for we've moved on to other things. And in that new moment we find ourselves caught up again in the wait. As
Finding the Light in Darkness
It troubles me that there was yet ANOTHER police shooting today. It troubles me that there is unrest in Turkey. It troubles me that people look at each other and make judgements based on gender, ethnicity, clothing or music choice, and socio-economic status. It troubles me that I have to monitor my elementary and middle
When the village becomes a city
I'm officially overwhelmed. In my attempt to immerse myself into a community of writers - to unearth passion; to read the works of great artists; to be inspired; to build friendships - I find myself now buried under profiles, blog posts, groups, links, shares, friend requests, and status updates. I'm suffering from information overload! There