A Moment to Myself
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...

Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...