We don life’s backpack, to carry the treasures. Vowing to only keep, those special pleasures. Carrying the backpack…
Patiently we wait through the cold. Some days better than others. The snows a blanket of white. Waiting…
Good Friday’s for me are full of memories that I would rather forget, and also an eternal hope…
Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
floating in a sea of mystery islands of pain and misery the force that moves the world hides…
I like fruit, how about you? For me ripening raspberries means summer and life. I have a lot…
