My take on the anti-McDonald’s protest in Tecoma She sits alone on the rooftop. Behind her the forest glows in the early morning light. Serene. Resolute. Brave. Beautiful. That image still haunts my thoughts today. She represents all my thoughts, OUR thoughts as we fight as a community for what
I am standing at the binding machine (known affectionately as The Beast) when it hits… A deep inner truth. A purpose. A humbled person not yet ready to take on a new project, a new cause. I don’t know what it means, yet it hits home – hard! I stand there,
The Munchkin is a writer – he just doesn’t know it yet! It seems like forever that he has been regaling us with tall tales from parallel universes. Places where magic happens and there are way too many battles. There was only one problem… he couldn’t write. He started school
Creating my amazing life one tiny moment at a time. Bringing the Hubby, a Munchkin and about a dozen tomato plants along for the ride.
