My husband and I took a day trip down the shore. Winter 2014
The Boardwalk Kiss
Branches Hang Low
Branches hang so low, icy fingers crawl across the snow when the wind blows. – srj
After the Confetti Falls
The Hamptons
Revision
Winter Poetry and Prose Getaway 2014
Apple Picking Season
My husband and I took our nephew apple picking. It was a great way to spend Saturday morning.
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Resting After an Hour Walk
My nephew-age 2 1/2
Pink Roses
26 yrs later, he still sends me flowers. #so grateful
Solitude
Artists know solitude is a necessity .
Marathon Writer
Write like nothing else matters.
Backstage
June 8, 2013