12-inch tire tracks flanked by miniature footprints stretch through the white fluff in front of me. The snow is no match for my boy and his bike. He rides no matter the weather; rain, snow, sleet, heat. Like his father, my Emerald adores being on two wheels. Barreling straight for me, he swerves, crashing into the … Continue reading The Boy on the Bike

I have these two precious stones. An emerald and a ruby. Neither remotely resemble a gemstone. Instead they’re rough, grainy, full of pits and marks. Raw. But down inside, they are brilliant. Each day I carry them to the River and gently place them in the water. Sometimes it’s surging, swollen with undertow and flow. … Continue reading Two Precious Stones: The Journey