Flowers

My beautiful, precious child. Begging for patience while still clinging to control. Desperate for virtues that will calm your soul. Hoping amid the distractions that I’m still listening. I’m always listening. I send you flowers every day. Millions of flowers.   I scatter them over the earth, impossible to miss. Day after day opportunity slips … More Flowers

My Street

This is my street. I took a picture of it because I think it’s awesome. I seriously stand and gape at it with my mouth hanging open, like a tourist seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I didn’t used to feel that way about streets…or about anything. I used to go through life in … More My Street