The Summer I Let my Gardens Die

The summer I let my gardens die is still fresh in my mind because it just happened. That’s right. This past summer I did not tend to the garden plots that usually grow prolifically with strawberries, tomatoes, squash, and herbs. In fact just the contrary occurred. I watched vermin, wily and pesky squirrels, strip not …

The Seeding of Artistic Desires

"The heart seeds desires long before we whisper prayers!" Have you ever noticed that a longing for something more precedes change? A restlessness and indescribable pull takes you in a direction before you understand what is happening. I have noted this reoccurring pattern in my creative life; a notion for a new art form plants inside my mind and begins …

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