The Tapestry of Love
As a youngster in a small three-child household, the bathtub was the one space where you could be alone. What did I do? I learned to sing loudly and freely […]
Entries by Sandra Marinella
A Positive Purpose
It was two decades ago that Annie thumped down the halls of Red Mountain High in combat boots. No one wore them then. Only Annie. Her short red hair was […]
The Gift of Resilience
As a child I thought Christmas was doll clothes my mother was secretly making for my ballerina doll. It was the smell of homemade coffee cake. It was placing too […]
