Dogwood Lane

Dogwood Lane

I can still smell the freshly fallen leaves from the maple trees that lined Dogwood Lane. Every house on our little block had one of these beautiful trees whose leaves magically turned vibrant yellow and red and eventually covered our yards with a fall palette. It was...
The Agony and Ecstasy of Letting Go

The Agony and Ecstasy of Letting Go

I inhaled deeply. The air, pungent with salt water, filled my lungs as I watched the birds frolicking above the waves, mesmerized by their dance. The diamond studded water, whose treasure was ignited by the hot August sun, was calm that day, which made the crossing...