My mother’s garden

My mother’s garden

I found myself in my garden, surrounded by the flowers my mother once loved.   This garden is mine—planted in my time, in my rhythm—but still, she’s here. Listening to the birdsong, I heard her laughter, soft and familiar.  She was there in the dancing of the...
retirement anniversary

retirement anniversary

One year ago today, I stepped into retirement—though it didn’t begin the way I imagined. I was caring for my husband after his knee replacement, and just as he began healing, a serious blood infection set him back. Those early months were tough, but by September, he...
Horses

Horses

There’s a quiet kind of healing that happens when you stand beside a horse. It’s not loud or dramatic. It doesn’t come with fanfare or applause. It comes in stillness—in the soft exhale of a warm breath, the calm gaze of a deep brown eye, the rhythm of hooves meeting...
Pottery show this Saturday

Pottery show this Saturday

I am getting ready for my show, this Saturday, October 12 at Hill Country Dwellings and Gallery in Hico, Texas. I am very honored to be their featured artist.  I always have such a fun time doing this show with them.  I see old friends and meet new friends. This year,...
I am still around!

I am still around!

Click here to see a glimpse of my week. copy_A0D6D2B3-0744-4F47-B427-97BBF4617B7B I am still here!  I have had lots going on lately.  First and foremost, I finally retired last week. After over 34 years of drafting and computer graphics, I don’t have to set my...