I sat in an old bamboo chair -old enough to creak beneath my weight, young enough to stand strong – holding Grandma’s hands. She had placed them on her light cotton, baby blue flowered nightgown resting on the pit of … Continue reading →

Just a few months ago I stood outside on a friend’s patio staring at myself in the reflection of two perfectly white french doors. My decision was as crystal clear as the glass that mirrored back the person who stood … Continue reading →