Fog

FOG The fog surrounds me cushioning me within my column of concrete and brick I take comfort in it reminding me of my childhood when tule fog was part of winter and winters equaled comfort in a ranch style house, half a world away, the fog, like cotton, wrapped around something precious -melinda kapor

Heart Felt

Days and miles have passed since my last entry. Deadlines, events, travel and especially emotional growth all have superseded my being present here. I haven’t gotten it down yet, as some have advised, to write entries ahead and have them posted automatically. That will come…maybe. Or maybe this site will transform as I do and … Read more