Unbridled, the Spirit of Lucy
Lucy was a beautiful chestnut mare, larger than life to my eight year old self. I recall rubbing the white patch on her forehead. The...
Thoughts for my loved ones, near and far
Honeysuckle days are upon us. Those sweet days after winter, before the mosquitoes invade the south and the air feels like a wet down comforter. Evening walks with my children filled with the delicate perfume of honeysuckle and once chubby hands thrusting a curated flower towards me to try its nectar. Sweet moments that I will cherish. Talks that challenge and fill my cup. Our honeysuckle walks and talks are a treasure, varied and intimate.