Window of Dreams

This is the kitchen window at my parents’ house in Colorado. It is the window that I looked through in my youth while I washed dishes, cooked meals, washed my hair, scrubbed the floors, baked cookies… It became the window of my dreams. I stood here gazing out… wondering what shape my life would take… … More Window of Dreams

To Touch the Moon

This is my daughter gazing across the river at the fairytale-like city of Prague. I love the memory of this moment. It evokes recollections of my own… sweetly reminding me of something my daughter said as a four-year-old as we walked to our car across the church parking lot at night. The moon shone bright yellow that night–instead of silver–and it glowed like … More To Touch the Moon