Sending a warm welcome to you, friend! Whether you’ve known of me and my art for years or are just getting to know me ...welcome!! It’s a blessing to have you here. Who am I? Where did I come from? What do I do? Perhaps you’re curious ...or perhaps you’re simply eager...

Like a glittering coat of watery diamonds, a sheet of rain threw itself against the window next to Jacyln. Water smeared into stallions of transparent strength, burrowing fierce rivers into jagged lines across her sight. How she longed to bury her face right into that...

Tangy air sparkled over the waves and crisped the atmosphere with a savory hint of relaxation. Shifting the basket from one arm to the other, Dalene pushed back her straw hat and gazed at the ocean before her. How pretty it was on a sunny afternoon like this! And how...

It was a long day. A day full of new and energy-taking discoveries. Playing in a fresh landscape of snow. Building a tall happy snowman with Daddy. And helping Mommy bake a whole batch of pumpkin muffins. All such big jobs. Big jobs for a girl who had only seen two...

Come now, take a moment will you? And hear my story. Who am I? Ah, yes. Of course you'd want to know. Me? I'm just an old man now ...worn well like an aged violin ...my exterior may look tired, but ah, the melodic joy inside. Beautiful tunes can reside in the womb of...

It was a strongly contested topic. Known as The Lane of Lagoons, many protested that this long, winding road should be titled with the more palatable words: "Redwood Lane". And thus, many spoke of it by this name. "More romantic." Said one author who had...

Rosalyn really enjoyed encouraging others. Some days, she'd send pretty notes filled with Scripture cards, tea bags and handmade paper glitter to her friends across the states. Other days she'd create pretty banners to hang up on doorways in the home. And sometimes on...

Perhaps it really didn't matter. Gigi picked up her dolls and scurried down the hallway. Using her elbow she pressed the large wooden door open and looked inside. Yes. It was perfect. Soft winter light caressed the quiet interior like invisible feathers of white down....

Again. Wistfully placing a few books back onto a shelf, Annie sighed. Oh, it wasn't that she was upset. Not really, anyway. It's just that ...well, it was like a sore finger that kept getting paper cuts. She had several such annoying slices lined up on her index...

Dust. Or was it dirt? I couldn't tell. Brushing a finger across the wooden surface I inspected the granules for myself. No, it was probably dust. Though dirt wouldn't have surprised me. Ever since arriving in this inspiring landscape I had noticed the expanses of...