Nourish

Whistling and gusting wind in the oak trees outside my bedroom window woke me this morning. I tried to stay in bed, but something about the wind felt beckoning to my soul. I came downstairs and opened the blinds, the tree tops ferociously swaying, bending back and forth as the wind had its way with…

Read More

Bleached

I knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.

Read More

Hunger is More Than Our Appetite

My history does not lend itself to be very forgiving or much less welcoming of others into my kitchen.

Read More

Hard on Self…Hard on Others

“Forgive me.” Ugh…I will admit that I have not practiced the art of asking for forgiveness.

Read More

Courage in the Desert.

I remember the feeling like it was yesterday. I was terrified.

Read More