“the life”

Standing at the sink taking my first sip of coffee is heaven. Eyes closed, I lick the milky froth from my upper lip, take a deep breath, release it with a sigh, and repeat. My morning latte warms me as it travels down to my belly. After my third sip, I turn away from the … Continue reading “the life”

Mourning Pages

Coffee made, bird feeders filled. The sound of Mourning Doves cooing fills the air. Steel grey skies obscure the sun, the flowers of my bougainvillea flutter in the soft breeze. This morning, I am spending time sitting outside quietly reflecting and remembering my friend, Rick. Rick, his wife Jessie, and their two daughters, Chelsi and … Continue reading Mourning Pages