I met the genuine, warm, and fascinating Laura of bluestocking in December.

I met the so-pretty, multi-talented, never-met-a-stranger Vashti of Sing for your Supper in early January.

This past Friday, I met Heather, who crawled out from under her six-kid generated laundry pile to fly to Denver with her husband and their youngest little […]

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape – the loneliness of it – the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it – the whole story doesn’t show. – Andrew Wyeth