The moment I hear the familiar creak of that old front door, I am free. A weekend at the lake house is always the best therapy. Better than shopping or God forbid, laying on some quack’s couch, dredging up pain and suffering from my childhood. I love it most when I have it all… Read More The Inheritance
Tensions rise, storms assault, pressure builds Home sweet homes destroyed Roads flood over emotions Overdue cleansing takes us by surprise Flood exterminates hate sparks Subtle change, an almost imperceptible shift Animosity pulled by the current of murky water Colors muted, lines blurring Hostility replaced by desperate yearning Guidance, a beacon of light Sun rises, infusing… Read More Flooded With Compassion
