This week's artist is Cass McKenzie with her necklace.

Thank you all for being here.

We're gathered to remember my husband Cliff Walker.

The brain does funny things with memory, doesn't it? Three nights ago, the waning crescent moon bathed us in her gentle light.

Roche Lake sparkled, waves caressing the shore luminous as liquid silver.

I'm reading this fantasy book, The Weight of Jewels.

And I'm at the part where the princess rejects the prince's bribe, an opulent necklace in favor of abdicating the throne so she may sail across the world, seek her own fortune, and claim her freedom.

A sickly beat started