Gossamer Lens

With 2019 closed out I reflect not just on the year but on my recent feelings. The holiday season is full of weight. People expect simple...

This week my mind wanders. It wanders over the happy memories of living near, traveling to, and simply being with my Grandpa. If he had...

Death has touched my family with its greedy fingers. No longer does it claw at my neck, but still it stays near. It's fingers have...

I say tweet tweet in the wind, The new bird can fly Mama bird gives a worm to eat I sit and think...

Happy Birthday Grandpa! Kindness, gentleness, and love. Stories of the Wickenberg Triangle, camping trips, when you were dating...

Recently while talking to someone about Christmas in correlation with death I said, "It still hurts to know that somebody's missing, but...

My first memories are of reading with my parents. My favorites then included Peter Pan and anything by Doctor Suess. I would follow my...

Many of my memories have been made with family, and many others with friends. However, the one I want to share with you was made with...

Sometimes when I watch something, and more often when I read something, I get this strange fluttery feeling. It's not like this giddy...

How young I was when I first sat and watched my grandpa write. How young I was when I took my seat beside him and watched as his...