I long for things that are old—things with a past. Things with character, and a story—things that are built to last. I am drawn to things...

In order arrive somewhere new, we have to leave the place we were. This rings true as I reflect on a year of change and reinvention. I...

Life is an ongoing sequence of attempts to make things fit. We try to fit in with multiple kinds of people, places and things, hoping for...

We are told to put on our own oxygen mask before helping others in case of an emergency. It is a logical step, but is hard to remember in...

When we are little we colour outside the lines. Life is abstract, so we splash colour everywhere, never considering what the rules are....

Just think of the distance, from here, to there. It’s simply a space, filled with matter, and air. It may not be much, or seem much, if...

The wind whispers, “come with me.” I dash off to dance like a prairie fire. Creative sparks feed the flames. Imagination runs wild. Free....

Are they the ties that bind us to each other? Do they keep us tethered to life, until they release us into the hereafter? I have...

I’m a wild girl with fast feet in waist high grass that hisses as it bends. The brisk breeze catapults the crafty creature I am chasing,...

Tears sprung from my eyes and streamed down my cheeks like the water cascading over the rainbow rocks in the pictures I’d just purchased....