Far echoes of countless cries of tears shed and dreams that driedyester years have passed and gonestill conflicts rage with battle song. Amidst hopes and tearful eyes where hidden horrors and sorrow lieour hearts seek solace and quiet peace while chaos rages without...
On Sunday, we went for a walk at Huntington Beach. It was a crisp, sparkly day with endless blue sky. We stopped at the Pier to listen to live summer music and drum circle. It was wonderful to be barefoot in park. A perfect California afternoon — like being...
The highlight of my week was meeting my darling friend Sara Ekenstierna – Psychologist and Writer in person. On her way back to Australia from a conference in Greece, she stopped in OC for a visit. We had a fabulous afternoon — but too short Can’t wait for...
Sometimes I’m highsometimes I’m low sometimes I’m fastand sometimes I’m slow. Sometimes I laughsometimes I crysometimes I’m lazybut mostly I try. Sometimes I hatesometimes I lovemost times I’m friendlybut I kick and I shove. Sometimes I’m happy sometimes I’m sad most...
The Boy in the Box -Book
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