Grandma’s Garden
About 18 years ago…
I heard a soft whisper say…
“You will be writing your Grandma’s eulogy.”
Seeds that Soar
Never let it be said that to dream is a waste of one’s time…
The Cardinal
Almost a year ago…
our best friends lost their sweet son …
Peace Be Still
Can you remember who you were
before the world told you who to be?
Fall Harvest
Fall crops…
the season
that always brings me back
to my roots…
If Walls Could Talk
Am I the only one that sees people in wood grain?
Little k
The story behind the little red k…
Honey Child
is the name of this piece!
Growin’ up in the South… .
This was a common
term of endearment used…
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