Let our New Year's resolution be this: We will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity, in the finest sense of the word. Goran Persson The high in Augusta, Georgia is supposed to be 81 degrees. I'm a Colorado girl, and I have to say that I miss the cold weather. I miss snow and gloves and scraping the ice off my car windshield. But maybe I'm just saying that, because I don't actually have to do it! But if it's going to warm outside, then I say let it be warm inside, Continue Reading

When my mom was alive, she would spend time in a little Mexican town known as San Pancho. On the map, it’s called San Francisco, but everyone who knows it, knows it as San Pancho. It’s a small, quiet village about an hour north of Puerto Vallarta. It has good music, great art, but even though a good number of ex-pats call it home, it’s not a tourist town. My Dad thought he might stay there for the winter, and since, we saved some of her ashes knowing that she would have wanted to spend Continue Reading

On a relatively unfrequented, stony beach there is a great rock which juts out over the sea. After a climb, an ascent from one jagged foothold to another, a natural shelf is reached where one person can stretch at length, and stare down into the tide rising and falling below, or beyond to the bay, where sails catch light, then shadow, then light, as they tack far out near the horizon. The sun has burned these rocks, and the great continuous ebb and flow of the tide has crumbled the boulders, Continue Reading

I am a self-confessed self-help junkie, and I find it hard to resist cute, little, inspirational books. A couple months ago, I saw Oprah’s What I Know For Sure on the shelf of my local Barnes and Noble, and I was drawn to it immediately. It could have been the Oprah name. It could have been the title. It could also be that it’s a beautiful book: bound in linen with a ribbon book marker attached to the binding. If you’re like me, and you love books-- actual, physical books-- then this is the kind Continue Reading