Cleanse Me of Certainty
Cleanse Me of Certainty The river is swirling, swirling. The banks are far from my sight. The fast waters frighten...
Cleanse Me of Certainty The river is swirling, swirling. The banks are far from my sight. The fast waters frighten...
(Marie Lafayette Himley Sartori, 97) Her Abiding Gift Marie, beautiful baby born ninety-seven years ago, I welcome you again to...
When the rains came down, I had a front row seat. While I watched, agog, from under a beach palapa,...
As I prepare to leave this wonderful place in the Blue Ridge Mountains that has been so good to me...