Friends come in and out of touch, Connection breaks or mends. Struggling with being alone, Rarely finds that place called home. We wander through each daily minute, Hoping to hear a...

My two sisters and I ALWAYS called ourselves “The Three Sisters”. Both of them passed away at age 54 – Now I represent the three of us. I’m in the middle.

My day began with a rainy start – finally!!  We haven’t had rain in weeks. I’m loving the sound the rain makes as it falls on the roof and deck. It’s...

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