I am trying to keep pace with Liz as she strides in the sand. It takes a moment to realize I would prefer to crouch down and photograph...

The soul heard a rhythm, a swishing that held an echo of a universal sound. It sensed it was inside another soul. Delicate and new, it...

My son Alex calls me Lucy. He changed from Mom to Lucy when he was about three. It's interesting to me how people react to this. Some...

I woke this morning on this first day of March with a headache. It’s been there for the last four days, joining the rest of my flu which...

A cold December years ago, my son Alex and I met up with my father in Zurich to celebrate Christmas. The morning after our arrival a snow...

Summer, 2015 Have you ever considered what your own personal definition of love is? A year ago I began to journal on it, just for my own...