Way back in November I taped this picture up inside my closet door. It grabbed my attention at a card store…
I have a friend.
A broken piece of art she was , moulded in the best of what he could do .A perfect piece for him , but not for others . Does…
Hey short long distance friend,
I like our neighbor, Max, a genial mountain man who now and again comes down from his forested twenty acres in the…
When I was a kid in Portugal, we lived in a pretty pink bungalow that had once been an Olive pressing…
If not fate itself, then it was timing and simple geography that brought us together in high school. More specifically…