Winged thoughts stacked, page after page of love letters, held together with hope.                                                                                   The love letters. Words spilling out hoping to wet the reader's heart. Did he know? Would he respond… it did not matter anymore. Her thoughts took…

             When the urn was younger she did what was expected of her. She stood outside and held plants. More often than not the people passing by, praised the flowers that grew from the plants she…

One of my Mother's clever tools of disciplining, my four brothers and I as children, was telling us that the birds that sat on the telephone wires were Santa's helpers. During the year (not just in December,) she would point…

During Mass last night, I could barely keep up with the homily that Priest shared. One my mind was on the dinner in the oven: would it burn, or become as dry as the Sahara? Two, I was certain I…

Over forty people came to celebrate Chelsea's birthday last night. I had the entire day to prepare for the party, and I have today to clean up… or should I say we? Some cake is leftover, a ton of dishes,…

Happy Birthday Chelsea- …more later