The smile that looked nice.The fancy dinner night.The soft touch. The first hug.
There was a week that pulled my body into turmoil. It felt as though my blood was trying to escape my body by pushing against the inside of my…
The exterior has been exposed to the busy street that carries traffic from sunrise to the last call. It has endured wind, rain, snow…
With clouds made for watercolor paintings, the lake mimics the sky in texture, color, and mood. The rock you threw claps the…
There are the little moments that connect the dots. Dots that lead to you and me — to us. It’s like there’s a me that’s watching…
I was driving home the other night, listening to 90.1 here in Salt Lake City. I tuned in to an interview with Brother Ali. I…
