I am not sure why I felt compelled to write these. But while writing one recently, I felt a flood of powerful feelings coming back to me about the many wonderful (and some awful) things that I have been through. So I write them for me, but make them public just in case they have value for others.
Nordica Drive
The little dead-end street full of sweet neighbors that we left for the farm.
Sweet Horse, Mean Pony
Sitting in school, so excited to go home and ride our pony or horse…
