The older I get, the more I think that little things matter.
I’m a details person. If you’ve been following Glimsen, you know this. I like to zoom in on the details, both in words and in photos…
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The older I get, the more I think that little things matter.
I’m a details person. If you’ve been following Glimsen, you know this. I like to zoom in on the details, both in words and in photos…
Read moreMarc Chagall, Dreamer. 1945.
I felt as though my senses were awakened and alive in a whole new way. And I wanted to…
Read moreSixty-one Novembers ago, my father and mother joined their hearts and lives together in marriage. My mom…
Read moreEvery time I visit the local food pantry, I walk in and out with a lump in my throat. People in my community—people everywhere—are hungry. Little children have empty tummies. Parents wonder ...
Read moreThis big cloud looks like it’s resting on the rooftops.
I am often mesmerized by the sky…
Read more“Here,” I said to my husband, handing him my phone. “Take our picture.” …
Read moreIt’s October, and there’s a buzz in the air. People are talking about sweater weather, pumpkin spice lattes, and football. Every season brings its own beauty with it, and …
Read more“Anchorage welcomes you.” The sign, surrounded by cheery summer annuals, made me smile as my friend, Paula, drove toward her house.
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