A few years ago I went to the Azores to the island of Terceira.  My family has its roots there, in fact our ancestry can be traced back to the 13th century. I was…

                A peek into my home. Flea market style. The run down. Pair of armchairs found on the street, recovered with an old green bed cover. The picture frames are new, the engravings inside are…

When I saw him, I knew I had to talk to him, to meet him. Have you ever felt that when seeing someone you don’t know? As if you know the person somehow, that you feel connected but you don’t…

                If you have loved or not, whether you believe in it, or had it believe in you- If love has ripped you apart, are sewn you together, there is no denying the pulsating power…

                                          Photo: An oil painting in an antique shop in Venice, with a reflection of another painting behind it. Some of us feel, at one time…

                My Mother and Aunt Marie use to go to the antique auctions when I was little. After dinner dishes done, my Mom would race off with a smile, and high hopes written all over…