Joanie’s Spiel

We have the supple red rose, soft and glowing. We also have the burnished, hard rose that is stiff. I liken these roses to one’s heart – the...

An image of Avalanche Lake inspires this Blog piece. Breathtaking. Magnificent with grace. One’s mind and heart might be moved at first sight...

Birds speak to me. They move my soul to write. Hence, this penned piece. I spied a blue jay and stopped my car to take a picture. It was...

…when the egg rolls off the counter and the oven mitt catches it. This is NOT a fabricated picture. Someone sent this to me as proof of a...

I have gratitude for the people, places, and things, both seen and unseen, that have supported me on my soul’s journey. Their assistance was...

Many discuss their family situations with me, specifically about their relationship with their mother. Since I have a background in social...

Early one morning on a drive to Pennsylvania, I rounded the bend at 30 miles an hour to encounter a sight to be seen.  Ahead was a large...

Many of us are going it alone. Living alone. Single parenting, or care-giving. Working remotely without much social interaction. Spending free...

I stopped the treadmill at 11 minutes and 11 seconds. This was not planned. I hopped back on and saw the angel number staring back at...

This piece might not resonate for some who read it. That is fine. All that is penned is not to match with a reader. In the image here, I am...