So there I was at the flea market, buying a cup and saucer, When a dealer grabbed a bunch of paperback books from a overturned box, and threw them into the back of his truck. They were not your everyday-run-in-the-mill-type-of-books…

                                The colors of Provence sing of blue and yellow. These lavender bottles (by Michel Biehn) are large enough to scent the entire south of France. Have you ever taken…

Her hands recall the pleasure, of holding the day to day petals, of life’s simple pleasures. Setting the table, preparing the meal, wiping her brow. Her hand imagines the tenderness of her child’s skin, the silk like velvet of youth.…

Are memories selective? Do we pick which ones we want to keep, and which ones we want to forget? Is it possible to heal past memories or see them in a new light? Why is it that two people can…

Every girl should have a Father who shows her what love is all about. Every girl should have a Father like mine. I could tell you over 80 reasons in a blink of an eye, why my Dad is a…

The seeds we leave behind, be it our words, our actions, Or our small daily doings, will bloom one day. We do not need to know where or how, Nor seek to gather the harvest to ourselves. But to believe…