Air Without Oxygen

I spend my days writing love stories. Today is different, as I find myself reflecting on a love so real, so strong, so deep and true…that I don’t think it could ever be portrayed adequately in fiction. There are no words proficient enough to describe its...

Color Blind

Wouldn’t it be great if we were all color blind? No, I’m not referring to the time of morning when my husband asks me if his tie matches his suit. It’s about the reflection that stares back at us from the mirror every day and the way in which we see the world around...

Sunday Drive

When you were a child, did your family ever pile in the car and set out on a leisurely journey around town? Maybe as an adult, you do this with your kids? I remember Sunday drives, not with my parents, but with my grandparents. My grandfather would zoom the ancient...

If Walls Could Talk

It’s hard to believe we’ve been in our house for almost eleven years now. In the early days it was just the two of us and a cat. Every noise echoed off of the hardwood floors and plain white walls and ceilings. I still remember those days, but they seem more like a...