You always stand on my left. In photos of the two of us, there you are on the left. It's an un-said agreement that you'll be to the ...

I walk slowly down the sterile walls turning and twisting with each step I take. The entrance now seems so far away as I edge closer and clo...

Hi, my name is Supergirl. It became my name after I started doing triathlons, knitting, writing, photographing and all around doing. People ...

She dusted around them and beneath them. She had so many of them. She guessed she could be called a collector personality but could you have...

Sunday Scribblings -- Second Chance She should have given him that second chance. She often wondered what would have happened if she had gi...

Sunday Scribblings - Wings We used to laugh when we heard Bette Midler sing the song, “Wind beneath my Wings” but now I sigh when I hear it....

Sunday Scribblings - Rooted She is not rooted to any one place but she is rooted to many people. She has connections to people around the wo...