Old Woman’s Summer

Old Woman’s Summer

Note: I wrote this poem in October 2017. I was sitting in my backyard on a sunny autumn day and thinking about my childhood summers eating raspberries in my grandmother’s garden. The raspberries I have in my garden were passed down to me from my…

Growing Up in the Garden

Growing Up in the Garden

The year from age two to age three has been a very challenging one for me and my son. Like me, he is headstrong, determined, stubborn, and very sharp. It is a struggle, sometimes, to find ways to keep him entertained. Toys lose their novelty…

The Joy of French Market Shopping

The Joy of French Market Shopping

Joie de vivre.  Joy of living.  Joy.  I choose that word very intentionally. Take a moment and reflect on the word before you continue reading… Do you really, truly understand what the joy of living means? I don’t think I did until I witnessed it…