In a blue box trimmed with paper lace,                               a…

                       Antiques stir my imagination! They whisper stories in my ear, when I am at the brocante market the parade of history and culture walk alongside of me. In my hand they slip…

                    When you come to a fork in the road, where what you want is right in front of you, yet what is safe is where you are… Follow your heart! Trust that which…

                                      This morning I heard the sunrise. I sat up in my bed and looked out my window. I smiled, and yawned and felt happy. Pink streaked…

                            While waiting for happiness to bloom she painted flowers in her journal. Page after page. Dipping her paint brush in colorful dreams that would cause envy amongst real flowers…she stared…

Madame Chier sat side by side her daughter as she dipped her fountain pen lightly into the inkwell… The composed list started with Auguste’s bed sheets. Madame gave the last letter an extra long swirl, "…An elegant way to make…