Backseat Memories


One of my earliest childhood memories finds me nestled in the back of a wood paneled station wagon with my brothers and sister, crocheted afghans pulled to our necks, eyes fixed on the ceiling of the car and little padding for our backs. Above us, centered in the beam cast from streetlights and traveling cars, our hand-shadow puppets danced across a stage until […]

Books and Memories


Books and memories…for me they go together in a way that elicits feelings of love. When I look back as far as my minds eye will take me, I can’t see a period of time that didn’t include books. According to my mother my first favorite was Pat the Bunny. Mom had a story, which by all appearances was […]


Home reveals

When I think of home–I don’t think as much about place–as I do about feel. What does being at home in my mind feel like? For me it boils down to two things, safety and love. Even though I have had times in my life where I was not at home with myself, or safe, […]