How Can I Tell?

Am I beautiful? How can I tell? I could look for the answer in the mirror to see what I need to cover up. I could give myself a number either off a scale or tag. I could look at the beautiful people that surround; compare and see what I should change. I could starve…

The Choice I Never Had to Make

I wrote this post some time ago now, and I did more than hesitate to post it.  In fact, I almost didn’t at all. This is because my reproductive health is no one’s business! After a time I was compelled to speak out on behalf of an organization that had given me the greatest gift in the world,…

Woolly Stalkers Precede Woolly Stockings.

For a few days last week, the changing trees made us feel like we were living in a lemon. Most of the maples on our property don’t go crimson.  Instead they yellow and then rust. It makes the lighting at dawn and sunset pretty epic. This week the yellow has deepened to orange.  More and more leaves give up the…