Time all of it unmeasured and continuous, fleeting and full. Somehow it blends, and stirs, memories come and rest. What a beautiful gift to love and be loved.

My Godmother Mary is an amazing woman, her heart is golden, and her bones ivory. Her home is a sanctuary where darkness has no room. When she embraces me, I know the meaning of heaven on earth. Mary collects feelings,…

my mother does with a generous heart, a constant flow of goodies and tricks up her sleeve. a love language in my shapes and forms, while standing at the kitchen sink, playing cards, hanging clothes, chores made into games, and…

Hey sis, Happy Birthday!Yeah, on one’s birthday, some tend to think about the past and ponder the future, while others say to hell with it and just have a damn good day.Have fun, sis. Love you. Birthday message from my brother…