Sunday Waffles
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...

I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes it's way to bed. Here is one of those sweet afternoons, cast in layers of blue and pink, the exclamation points of palm trees punctuating the view. We'll be here tomorrow, too!
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
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That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...