I appreciate the change of season by the end of summer. I am drawn to the orange, brown, maroon tones of fall fashion. I love
Love and Medicine is groping for words. My emotions are all over the place. I cry at the drop of a hat. Sometimes the tears
Let’s think about the peach. The vibrant mix of fiery orange and red sweeping its surface. How sexy is that shape – with the round,
“Your mom walks funny” a friend said one day in elementary school. I had never noticed my mom walking any different than anyone else. Just
Since we are home, and being ordered to stay home, I am re-publishing an article I wrote two years ago. The first paragraph sounds like
