Today is my Mother’s birthday, she would have been Eighty years old today had she not passed on November 14, 2011. Mom used to say, “I’m just a dumb old country girl.” This is something I had also heard said by my Grandmother, I ‘m assuming she learned it from her and repeated it as … More My Mom
Mattie’s eyes are of the deepest brown, they see. Mattie’s eyes see. The single drop of morning dew on a flower’s petal. Mattie’s eyes see. The glowing colors of a rainbow under cloudy skies. Mattie’s eyes see. Jewels on the beach cast up by a generous sea. Mattie’s eyes see. The full Moon set against … More Mattie’s Eyes
In a few hours 2011 will be over. I’ve had some mixed feelings about it, in a lot of ways it has been a rough year. I have had two of my 2010 wedding clients lose their Mothers to cancer, both died too young, a friend lost his brother, and in the same month endured … More Goodbye 2011
Come with me. To our place by the cozy fire. Let us make our plans, to escape Winter’s chill, travel to a far off land. We will walk ancient pathways, the busy market, the sunny shore. Come with me. To our big brass bed. By candlelight let us love till the hour grows late. With … More Come With Me
We gathered on a midsummer’s day, friends, family, joyous all. The time had come, pledge for pledge, our promise of two lives as one. Celebrating, we danced under evening’s magenta sky, we danced till the stars came to bid us farewell and goodnight. Today was our gateway, we now walk the path hand in hand. … More A Summer’s Day
I can wait. Till we meet for the first time. For that first time we touch and feel the spark. I can wait. For our first time alone. For that first tender kiss. I can wait. To feel the softness of you in my arms. For the first time you whisper my name as you … More I Can Wait
We have all had this happen, we’re out for a drive in the car, next thing you know, a squirrel runs out into our path! We’re surprised, the squirrel was definitely not expecting it, so the dance begins. You know these moves, you swerve to the right, the squirrel dodges right, turn to … More Don’t Hit That Squirrel!
Moonbeams shine in and caress my love. Soft skin, pale as milk, glistens in the faint light. Past dew covered hills I view a landscape of gentle beauty. Her eyes are shut to all in the world but this moment. Long raven locks dance on shoulders, cascading waves of perfume over me. The sweet scent of gardenia … More Moonlight
Some of you might know this suite box view of Turner Field in Atlanta, some may wish you did. So what is it doing on my personal blog?
Thanksgiving is here, the kickoff of the holiday season and shopping madness. I wonder how many of us stop and take a moment to be truly grateful for the wonderful things we have in our lives on this “special” day.