When I was a little girl, I drew. I drew my dreams. Anything and everything I could not have at that given time, but could imagine in my...

Unintentionally, I have granted this diary with my absence. Since my last post, cold spring turned into almost an early summer; trees, sh...

Gone are the unrestricted views I once had at my disposition in the white house on the hill . I still recollect fondly the captivating lig...

For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: 'If today were the last day of my life, would I wan...

My daily run is slowly becoming a favorite part of my morning. Not just because I love the exercise, but mostly due to the incredible nat...

Snowdrops Our first vernal month goes down in history as one of the coldest ever measured. Air streaming directly from Siberia has kept ...

Vernal Sunset Evocative natural beauty. Attempting to savor and enjoy its transcending magic, I tried to capture and convey my exper...

Crossing the vernal equinox this week, we have officially entered the second season. Winter however seems to think otherwise. The Ice Lady...

Our Fire We are mid March and the subzero temperatures are back. The brief taste of spring at this month's onset disappeared as fast...