These Dreams

“You are the architect of your dreams.” An interesting quote. True? I’ve pondered it. Perhaps more than the average person. Certainly more than my husband who claims he doesn’t dream. I dream A LOT, and I like to recount them immediately upon waking. I find dreams incredibly interesting. In the best of times, my husband … Continue reading These Dreams →

I Wish to be a Willow Tree

I grew up under a willow tree, in a small town on a corner lot. Okay, there was a house too, but I loved that willow tree. It was part of my childhood home. I climbed it, daydreamed in it, and slept out overnight under its branches. It was the back stop of neighborhood softball … Continue reading I Wish to be a Willow Tree →