The last seven months have been a journey. All the elements of a story and I have been wanting to share writing about it—it’s not time yet but maybe soon.
december blues
My niece who is nearly three would not let her mother leave the store last week without a blue solar-powered yard ornament that consists of one oversized Christmas lightbulb at the end of a long black stick. Most children want toys. She wanted something different. "My beautiful wand," she whispered...