Weekly love notes
woven from the stories
of everyday life.
Sunday Love Letters
Sunday Love Letters
On Sundays,
I write love letters.
I make myself a warm cup of coffee,
settle into the coziest corner of my couch,
and I think of you, my friend.
Those letters first travel
through my newsletter... and later,
at the end of each month,
I gather them here.
On their little shelf.
The Closest Hill
If someone asked me today -
how are you? I would say - good.
But am I really?
The First Draft
“Mom, pick one!”
My son was standing with
an outstretched arm.
The Dandelion in the Pavement
Someone once
sent me a message…
a forwarded quote.
The Black Bin Bags
"Mom, mom…
look how we cleaned
our room?"
The Auction House Years
In another lifetime
I used to work for a local
auction house.
The Forty
I know a lot of people feel
strange about turning forty…
But I've always felt fifty.
The Antique Frames
Sometimes things find you…
instead of it being the other
way around.
The Imaginary Birthday
A childhood memory
found me again
the other day.
The People Who Love to Run
Don’t you just love
seeing people out
for a run?
The Unremarkable Day
There are days when
I look back and think -
what did I actually do today?
The Pink Paper Heart
A mother's day card
was staring at me.
And I wanted to walk past it.
The Reluctant Adventurer
My daughters have been
asking me to take them to
a casting agency.
The People Pleaser’s Battle
“It's not that bad”,
I told myself.
“No, it really is.”
The Grandmother in a Toy Store
Sometimes I like to
wander into little stores.
Just to browse.
The Chocolate Bar
On the night between
Monday and Tuesday,
my grandma passed away.
The Road Rage I Definitely Don’t Have
I don't usually get road rage.
Well…
Maybe I do.
The Bug On Your Coat
The day when silly little lies
are shared between
family and friends.
The Unwanted Silver Lining
Have you ever been handed
a silver lining when all you needed
was to sit in the dark?
The Cotton Cloud With Pointy Ears
The big news is -
we got a new kitten.
A little ragdoll boy.
The Castle On the Third Floor
My daughter and I were
walking downstairs from her
violin lesson this week.