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#3 Lake Lashaway Series: The Camp, Main Floor

I’m writing a series about a cottage my family would visit each summer in Massachusetts. This is part…

September 27, 2023

Old Madam Randson knew what she wanted, and what she did not. She wasted no time pining after…

September 25, 2023

I dip my toes in last eve’s ashes Kick the dust around me Marvelous whirl, afloat Tiny drifting…

September 21, 2023

My secret lies deep in the woods. The birch trees stand as sentries, strong thighs and…

September 19, 2023

Rusted autumn amber like marmalade on black toast color chaotic, carmalized above and below a palette for the…

September 16, 2023

A while ago, I started a series about a cottage my family would visit each summer in Massachusetts.…

September 15, 2023

as long i’ve allowed the world to direct me i’ve never truly heard myself speaking i’m afraid to…

September 14, 2023

A few weeks ago, I mentioned plans to submit some of my photography to my upcoming show (instead…

September 13, 2023

In case you need a little break to rest your eyes and quiet your mind, here’s a little…

September 12, 2023

This summer, I kept Michele Lee Sefton’s poetry series “Being a Woman” close. I didn’t want them to…

September 10, 2023

I tried my hand at soft pastels the other day and attempted to paint this Dendritic Agate, one…

September 7, 2023

With Labor Day around the corner, I thought I’d share an easy pick-me-up snack I’ve been making! I…

September 1, 2023