Her Name is River

Her Name is River

Her name is River. She runs forever forward, never longing for the past, feeling no fear of the future. Slipping over stones, trickling between the branches of felled trees, Rolling along the undertow, She finds her way beyond barriers. With nimble fingers, she...
Bread: An Historical Romance

Bread: An Historical Romance

“A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and thou beside me singing in the wilderness…” Believe it or not, my dad used to make me memorize all sorts of poetry when I was a little girl. But it really wasn’t the poetry of adolescence, not even the poetry with which most...