Musings

When you are invisible. Or are others simply oblivious?

When history comes to life through written words.

My friend asked a question and I acted upon it.

Thoughts on moving forward

When a memory of the past meets a voice of today.

When we think it's just a coincidence.

What happens when the muse takes a break?

Thoughts on the collective and the individual.

It only takes a few moments, and these moments are treasures.

Musing about cursive