Each brick in the wall holds a story, some are worth keeping, others are not. When love becomes more than words, when its weight in gold is heavier than the bricks…

                          Because I cannot keep a secret! Can you?

                      Skin (peau,) that protective layer around your heart and soul, that when touched unites the three. Velvet. Stone. Sugar spilled on the floor stepped on underfoot. Wind blowing in your hair. Mist.…

                               Simple moments, that come without expectation, a few words that paint your heart a deeper color red. Something noticed not overlooked, a smile from a stranger, words of admiration…

                               at the bull’s eye? In the center of the matter? Or possibly… far away in case you miss; nothing will be injured? Do you take a chance on love,…

                             This is my idea of a race track. Motorcycles and bicycles have been racing around me my entire life. My Dad and four brothers popped wheelies, peeled out and have…