Spring’s Rebirthing
Cool air caresses my cheeks as I enter the woods. A scurrying sound alerts me to a squirrel’s dash out of harm’s way, up a tree. I make my way down a well-worn trail that weaves through scraggly...
Cool air caresses my cheeks as I enter the woods. A scurrying sound alerts me to a squirrel’s dash out of harm’s way, up a tree. I make my way down a well-worn trail that weaves through scraggly...
My manuscript went through many revisions. What began as a memoir morphed into an amalgam of part memoir and part instructional guide. After many years of working on it, I hoped the manuscript...
When we moved from Harmony Farm, I retired from my psychology practice along with other professional commitments. I opened my heart to new opportunities and interests. After settling into my new...
Cool air caresses my cheeks as I enter the woods. A scurrying sound alerts me to a squirrel’s dash out of harm’s way, up a tree. I make my way down a well-worn trail that weaves through scraggly...
My manuscript went through many revisions. What began as a memoir morphed into an amalgam of part memoir and part instructional guide. After many years of working on it, I hoped the manuscript...