Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers…

J: You will not believe what Mom is doing.M: Ballroom dancing lessons? Hot-air balloon classes?

We bask in the scent of cinnamon beforeMom puts a scone her plate.’His name is Rich,’ she says.I select a scone too.’I like a man with an adjective for a name.

Life goes on, and deadlines arrive,even when it seems the world should stopout of respect for a shattered self-esteem.

Life goes on, and deadlines arrive, even when it seem the world should stop out of respect for a shattered self-esteem.