A large box containing princess dresses, of varied sizes and sparkle, was carried into the house, by my eight year old niece. "We are playing dress-up, Aunt Coco and you are the photographer." First the youngest, Kate, was doll-ed up.…

  The language of flowers, do you hear their message? Strong in gentleness, faithful in their offering of beauty. Giving without asking why or how. Flowers speak a language without words, yet the message is deeply rooted in us.  …

My Mother’s favorite garden pleasure is to plant flowers in objects that most people would call junk.  She has a magic touch in her "green thumb." Take this rough wooden chair which is anchored by ivy, it is sitting pretty,…

                   Striking a balance was her idea to a long lasting relationship. He had placed a crown above her heart, claiming love. She was flattered but ask to have a button too, because after…

        Life isn’t fair. It is not always easy. Life continues, it doesn’t wait. It doesn’t ask you if you are happy, or is it good for you. It offers mountains to climb, valleys to visit, and a…

                                  The small stitches that connect us together. One after another. Even if they are made from a simple thread, faded with age and on rough linen. Even if…