In 1986 my 8 year old self wrote a poem about spring. Over time my writing has steered away from poetry, but my feelings about spring remain the same. How I love spring!

My Spring Poem

The birds come back.

Every day I see the birds.

The flowers are blooming.

I feel happy all the time.

I love spring.

I hope you do too.

The Field

The field opened wide before her, beckoning warm and full of sunshine and promise.
”Come,” it said. “Come and run. Brush your fingers, twirl and play.”

She wanted to listen to the field– to run and laugh and sing as she used to. To feel free under the warmth of the sun.

She answered softly, “I will run and I will play, but not today. Today I am somebody for someone else. Today what I want is less than what they need. Today is not for wide open fields.”

She turned and walked towards the farm. Happy with her choice, even as she sorrowed for the loss of the field.


Beautiful bright sky.

Small miracles.

Forever family.

Sleeping cats.

Happy heart.

Pretty trees.

Kind words.

Silly pups.



Life is good.

Words to Live By

“If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.”

– Henry David Thoreau