The house loomed through the cold March drizzle like a haunting pink confection with resplendent scrolls of butter cream frosting on the...

Years ago two children met in the spring of their lives; both had faults as all people do, but the glint of the sun hid them from view....

I remember the day well; the day I met them. It was a beautiful afternoon in May when the air had just lost its last taste of crispness...

“What was our last disagreement about? Yes- about keeping our own individuality when we were in danger of melting into one.” ~ August...