I love the quiet. In our apartment building there is very little noise. When I'm here by myself it feels like a retreat, kind of a clean white canvas that I can fill up, or not. It feels restorative and conducive to reading, writing, creating - and napping. The computer sitting on the kitchen table…

One morning, right before Christmas, I was outside in the yard, when a quick flash of bright blue caught the corner of my eye. And as I peered up into the greenery, I spotted two bluebirds perched in the cedar tree. They were so beautiful, so unexpected - brilliant paint strokes of bright cerulean, swooping…