Cook Your Goose
Do you ever feel stuck in a place you never…
Do you ever feel stuck in a place you never…
There is virtue in seeking less than perfection. I’m serious….
The garnet wine lapped at the cup’s rim as he…
The quiet hush of penance floats down with the dusting…
She stares at the gingerbread house. Just out of reach….
Fingers brush the baby soft brow as the scent of…
It’s not over. It may be the Easter season, and…
Six days before Passover, Mary of Bethany set aside her…
“This life is not what I thought it would be….
A vibrant, crimson autumn leaf. The swish of my favorite…