John Atkinson Grimshaw, Whitby Harbour (1882) public domain Walking along the quay at night, I watch the ships go slowly past. I dream of being aboard one of them, Sailing away from this life, at last. The elegance of their movements Across oceans gleaming in the dark Calls to my wanderlust-filled heart, Daring me to... Continue Reading →
Home Can Be Wherever I Am
Two months ago, I could not wait to get "home." I was ready for the comfort of my house and views from my windows. As the plane landed in Nashville, I nearly bowed down and kissed the ground, so glad to be back in those old familiar places. It had been lovely in Portugal, but... Continue Reading →
