Author Archives: Sharon

Pictures. Some of you have been asking for pictures, please. I understand the craving. Especially those of you who are highly visual, artists attuned to the nuances of light and color; space and perspective. I have a little Fuji that … Continue reading →

Critters. It’s one of the things that keeps people coming to Yellowstone. The vast park contains some of the best specimens of North American wildlife to be found anywhere on the continent. My friend, John, has visited twice a year … Continue reading →

Not proving myself to anyone anymore only myself, of course and it’s true I’m a hard woman as he said but not so hard you know. I found a spot for him, and kept it safe. and warm. and… nope … Continue reading →

Last night, I had a hard time getting to sleep. In the next few days, I’ll be taking off on a whole new adventure and my mind and body have been fairly buzzing with the excitement, anticipation, and anxiety of … Continue reading →

Ingrid’s Great Southwest Adventure begins tomorrow. It’s Thelma and Louise, only geriatric. And driving a diesel truck instead of a convertible. Katie, bar the door!  

My Queen. That’s what he calls me sometimes. Or Morgana. Or Witch. It’s all true you know. I was all of these things. And these words of endearment excite electrons in the ether lights going on and off a blinking … Continue reading →

Charlotte.  Her name was Charlotte. She was 23  when she was sold for $600 to my 3rd great grandfather and left New Orleans for the plantation in Natchitoches. Besides her name and price I know little else, except the shame … Continue reading →

Silver-tongued devil. You’ve talked your way back into my first thoughts charmed your way back into my last thoughts and into in-between thoughts and into my prayers as though you never left at all as   though   I   … Continue reading →

Dreams My head rests dreaming on the firmness of your chest of memory foam.

Going deeper. that’s what you wanted and I couldn’t do it. Not then. I was too young, too thin, too beautiful, too desireable – convinced that all of those things that even you and I would last forever. Believing, I … Continue reading →