


Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…

Fear not the dragons that guard the gates; for your destiny calls, be courageous and enter in. ~M

I woke in the night to the sound of rain falling Hitting the tin roof in notes of…

Are you? Am I? And should we be? If so, are we frightened enough? Do we believe that…
In your final breath I hear the words, “I love you” Pass over your blue lips Alone into…