Travel back with me to those soft Summer evenings spent chasing fireflies at twilight...
Category: Remembering
the house where i grew up…
Sometimes, my best inspiration comes from simply remembering my childhood home and following my heart when it comes to style.
a mother’s heart…
stitched with love…
a trip of remembrance…
It is a beautiful early Fall day, just a hint of crispness to the morning air, when I pick Daddy up and we start our journey to his old hometown, Brownfield. Along the way, he talks of his childhood and parents, my sweet Mymommy and Grandad. Some of his stories are quite funny, some more… Continue reading a trip of remembrance…
celebrating independence day…
Perhaps the purpose of history is what we can learn from it.
the power of scent in a memory…
To this day, the smell of roses takes me back to that room....