The Grass is My Rug, The Earth is My Floor – A Mountain Story

It was the first week of the first Spring that we lived in Marble. Daddy had bought a piece of vacant land that was nestled in a forest of aspen trees and his plan was that we would spend the Summer building a cabin on the land so that we could sell it and makeContinue reading “The Grass is My Rug, The Earth is My Floor – A Mountain Story”

To My Friends the Chronic Pain Sufferers – A Poem

You’ll wake up to another battle field. The rest of them are putting their pants on one leg at a time, While you are dressing in armor and securing your helmet. The monsters gather in their usual places while you are unsheathing your sword, And just to get out of the door you will haveContinue reading “To My Friends the Chronic Pain Sufferers – A Poem”

Kept Promises are the Best Promises – A Very True Story

A Short and very true explanation for why I do not kill spiders….. Just outside of an especially small town in New Mexico, down an especially long dirt driveway, there is an especially odd little house made of rocks. Inside the little rock house is a tiny bathroom with crooked tile in the shower, aContinue reading “Kept Promises are the Best Promises – A Very True Story”

The Red Thread Collector – A Love Story

For thousands of years people have tried to pen words that explain love. Poems, books, romance novels, songs, even chemists and scientists have all attempted to give words to what love is and how it works. Here I add my humble choreography of sentences to the vast collection of writings about love. I was stillContinue reading “The Red Thread Collector – A Love Story”

The Two King’s of Chaos

Here is another snippet from my little collection of Fables and Folklore. When I tell this story to my children I always ask them a couple of ‘no wrong answer’ questions that I have included at the end of the story.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Once uponContinue reading “The Two King’s of Chaos”

Holding the Storm

If there was one word that would sum up my entire childhood it would have to be Misunderstood. I had a knack for expressing myself in ways that very few people related to. I was angry, dramatic and resentful and I let everyone know about it. In spite of an obviously traumatic childhood, my emotionalContinue reading “Holding the Storm”