My mother is a baker. Baking comes to her naturally. My mom would love to bake all day long but I prefer to walk than to roll. And roll I would if I eat all her would be goodies. I…

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Tangled in the black and white nothing seems certain  once where your fragrance guided me to such a sweet place now the ache of not knowing leads the reins I took for granted the littlest of things not knowing how…

  When walking in what feels like a dark tunnel what brings hope is a flicker of light, no matter how small, at the end of the tunnel. Faith is something personal and either the person has it or doesn't…