Each January 1st we wake up and welcome a new year. A clean slate to write the next 365 days of our lives. Some make resolutions, many start a new...
Yellow roses remind me of my grandmother. She grew up in Texas. I was young when her memory was lost to Alzheimer’s , however not too young that she left...
The heart was meant to be loved. We were meant to feel everything so deeply, to connect and listen to the beat of our hearts - slow, fast, cautious, hesitant, full...