


A splash of color And the dark begins to sing With a stroke of color Hope is what…
In the beginning the lines we draw around our lives serve to define and differentiate us, and then…


“Hello†it was that simple little word that started it all in the fall of 1984. I remember…

The quiet all around was loud inside my head. I felt a sense of expectancy in the air….

What’s becoming of our world? What’s becoming of us? So much anger, envy and hate. I think C.S….