Inscriptions from the Heart

Across the distance, their eyes were locked. Why was he just standing there looking at her? Would he not come to force her back in the well? Breathless, she held him in her gaze. Sharp …

“Hope was always meant to be abandoned.” The voice speaking did not seem to care. A spiral staircase reached to the heavens. Along the inside, doors marked the way. Before each a soulless monster stood …

Today may you be safe, warm, happy and know that you are much loved! From my heart to yours, Merry Christmas!

Once again, let’s visit the perspective of two different artists.Both write-ups were done separately. The aim is to see how two people can view the same image. This time, our thoughts align, and I find …

These were the words mom sent in a text. Her voice sounded sad earlier that day. It had been a tough week. Months of caregiving and the loss of her mom were taking a toll. …

In her final days, hanging onto the memories that slip from her weakening grasp, she directs those who sit by her side. The order is wrong. The placement of the photos should be fixed. Why? …

Two women separated by 25 years sit at a table. One has a mocha. The other holds a latte. Their relation is easy to see. I suspect it’s more their laugh than anything else. But …

November is a month of many things. Not the least of which includes Movember, Remembrance Day, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and even Peanut Butter Lover’s month! To preface the following entry, do you know …

Two perspectives. Two artists. One picture. The PhotographerThe dragonfly, so magical and so free. The beauty of nature brings me back to a simpler time, when problems weren’t really problems. The beauty and tranquility to …

On this path we walk, it can feel as though our footsteps are solitary. How could there be another that would understand? How can there be another that would want to? Though it’s said that …