Every morning, I'm given a fresh start. The gift of a new day. I can see the sunrise, feel the wind on my face, hear the one I love saying my name. I can make today matter.
Where the Butterflies Go Review in iBOOKS (four stars): ‘These poems are like a key’
‘A willful and successful destruction of boundaries’ **** (4 stars) by Shawn Halayka, Dec. 24, 2011 under Where the Butterflies Go in iBOOKS Anima and animus. Love and sorrow. Past and present. An array of dualities are presented to us in these poems, accurately depicting both the beauty and horror of life at the same …
The Fashion Show In My Closet
If you read my post Mike Holmes I Think I Love You, you know how impressed I was with my husband adding baskets to our walk-in closet. But this? I had to sit down and catch my breath when I saw this surprise. Bill, who is still working on improving our walk-in and will likely …
I Don’t Do Mondays.
“The pumpkins are funny. You, you aren’t that funny.”
My six-year-old’s latest passion is telling me I'm “not that funny.” Kayla has invented a "Funny Meter' and tells me daily that I'm “only half-way there,” while she and Bill are "way at the top of the Funny Meter." Given that I like to inject humor into much of my writing, my ego could get …
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Heather Grace Stewart 