April Cherries, Summer Vineyards

It feels like one of those quiet afternoons in July that drip molasses and honey from rustic windowsills of brick and barrel. Breadcrumb trails and leftover cheese line the crevices like pixie dust and pirate hooks. My hair is sticking to my balmy lips; a light wind cradles the vineyard hills – a mother and a womb of grapes of purple and black.

Vulnerability

I genuinely hope everyone takes the time to read this piece. More than any other I’ve ever posted.

White Horse

Fields of lavender in Provence. The blue and gold sparks of the sun and sky. Even that afternoon we got caught in that rainstorm. I took Sean’s hand and ran into the nearest coffee shop. (Two hot chocolates and one donut). I could feel the wholeness of it all. The weight of it all. Sean leaning against me. Me leaning against you. (Love must live here).

Phoenix Rising

So I’m publishing a book…

Jax

I truly believe bringing a new family member home awakens a new part of your soul. One that is in serious need of some fur and fluff.