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…

                             On any Sunday morning you can find me at the brocante (antique fair.) Where I live, there are about twenty fairs a weekend! Some can make your eyes pop out…

                                           We are a gift, yes we are! We are beautiful, holy and have much to give to one another. Our words, actions and those very…

                                                               "The hurt is very great,                          but they don’t balance…

                             Sacha smiles, tilts his head to the side and says,"Even with your high heels on you are just a little Mommy! Come here let me give you a hug!" photo:…