When May comes, and the daffodils have faded into the blush of the cottage roses that I adore almost as much as you, and the weathere...

     She thought it best to keep the key to her secret diary on her favorite necklace...the one she never took off. It was so worn in spots ...

Return to me, my love, as you have year after year and think not of the voices in your sacred garden, you know the on...

you knew you could see right through me as you held my heart to the light to see where the fern and the wild flowers grow and the cut...

Such sweet and lasting memories made last Saturday night...almost like a dream for me...I stayed up into the small hours of morning trying ...

as I cleaned out your top dresser drawer only months after you left, way in the back corner under faded floral paper (the scent long gone) w...

...and she and I, breathless and lifted and hand in hand through the snow sang at the height of our hearts "We Shall Overcome"...i...

Inside I feel like a mangled train wreck and I can't remember the last time I bathed since I found out my father is gone forever.... Di...

                                                           (me and my father, 1993) I know you tried. Maybe you just couldn't bear th...

A portrait by my talented husband, Ken .

I stayed been in bed all day because sleep has been so much easier than feeling. I crave the sounds of Patty Griffin...her voice seems to cl...

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the...

I learned of my father's death today and I grieve for what could have been if only.....if only I had tried a little harder to get throug...

This is a view of my huge white dresser...I admit, I have a problem. I love boxes. All kinds. Super shabby cigar boxes, old rusty tins, tatt...

Seems like she's there 24 hours a day. If she's not sleeping, she's awake and gazing at me while I type or while I work at my ta...

From a vintage double linked chain of gingerbread brass, hangs a very old buckle turned aviary...a refuge under the branches for a little b...

When your mama asked me to make a special necklace for you, I didn't know what to say. I was so honored...and I thought of you the who...

...with a secret note inside.....I made this locket for my husband for Christmas. A leaf for each year we've been married and a heart fo...

I adore this print by my sister, Kelly Rae . I love seeing the bits and parts and pieces of things that I've sent her in her creations....

I feel more fully in the moment these days...growing more and more into myself, even at 40, there is still so much growing to do. The holida...

I've be so pleased with the assemblage jewelry and artwork that I've been creating lately. I feel like I am finding my own voice in ...

...each year, I do it. I light the candle and make a place for you...an outward symbol that your memory is still so alive inside of me. and ...

I have been having this love affair with making earrings lately, and I want to keep each pair I create, but I am hoping there are kindred sp...

This has to be my most favorite flower...and it is growing with wild abandon around the house this year...such intricate beauty in the sim...

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When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When ...

...the last time I lay under a tree and listened to the rustling of its green green hands in the spring breeze. So today, I made a memory a...

I love the way the dappled sunlight falls through the lace curtains... I received my certificate for my membership into the International Ho...

Last night I lay under the stars and in the quiet I felt the breeze, like the soft breath of God wafting over my body and into my ears assur...

This is "Ray", a collaborative piece between my talented husband and myself. We won Honorable Mention at the Buchanan Trash to T...

Today we passed an apple orchard in which the trees were being trimmed row by row by row. It was so sad to see all of the drooping branches ...

....I still wear scarves....always have, even when they are out of style, just because they remind me of you. Did you know that? My fondes...