When Silence Becomes Heavy……

I left a Christian School after teaching for 12 years; those years were filled with both struggle and joy. I left about four years ago but I was asked by a former student’s parent recently, if I was fired. I guess, I would very much like to respond to that question. I left the school…

Spring Garden

Last July my husband and I moved onto a five acre lot in the country. It has come with many surprises since both he and I are city kids. One of the most pleasant could have happened anywhere even next to a brownstone in downtown Denver. A spring garden is adorning my house with yellow,…

Writing

Writing is the art of playing with words. Sometimes you just pick one and start rolling it around in your head, you touch it to your tongue, you swish the savor of it over your taste buds, you listen intently to the rhythm and you begin to march to the beat. You contemplate its meaning…