by mary1988 | Oct 1, 2012 | 2012
As I lean against the wooden railing of the viewing platform eyeing the small dune perched on top a cliff of moraine, I ponder the legend of Sleeping Bear. Created by Native Americans, the story describes a bear and her two cubs, fleeing a raging fire on the other...
by mary1988 | Sep 17, 2012 | 2012
“The only people who live north in the winter are people who have never lived south,” my husband tells the world when gale force winds sweep across the lake, snow stinging the eyes of anyone walking the beach. That, of course, would be me. Occasionally, Rubin joins me...
by mary1988 | Aug 29, 2012 | 2012
Life’s transitions remind me of a caterpillar dangling in a cocoon of darkness. It takes faith to believe one can emerge and spread one’s wings in a flurry of color before finally soaring above all doubts, all fears, all heartache.
by mary1988 | Aug 16, 2012 | 2012
My Reader Sitting on my front porch, feet curled up on the edge of the chair, knees scrunched against my chest, I am rocking. I can feel the cool breeze off the lake, hear the wind rustling the dense canopy of leaves overhead, see a few tiny wildflowers peeking...
by mary1988 | Aug 7, 2012 | 2012
Fleeting Moments of Joy It looks as a quilt, patches of thick, coarse cloth pieced together to provide protection. One leaf. Enormous. Alone. I think of a knight, standing proudly, waiting for the princess of his dreams to appear. I stop daily,...
