A Saturday at the Flower Fields

A warm, breezy Easter Eve at the Carlsbad Flower Fields turned unexpectedly magical when butterflies gathered around me — even landing on my hat. It was a soft, spiritual moment I’m still carrying tonight.

The Goodbye I Didn’t Get — and the Love That Never Left

For years I carried the weight of a goodbye I never got, but today I’m learning that love doesn’t live in the final moment — it lives in every moment before it, in the healing we shared, and in the ways, he still finds me in the quiet.