Until We Meet Again, Mom
The memories of my mom are like the varying colors of tulips; each distinctive in the color and hue. It is the variance of memories that come flooding back to me as we celebrate
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The memories of my mom are like the varying colors of tulips; each distinctive in the color and hue. It is the variance of memories that come flooding back to me as we celebrate
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I was cleaning house the other day and as I dusted a picture of me and three other women I was struck but the specialness of our relationships. Standing tall and smiling, we are linked
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Tis the season where traditions are created and followed – many of us may not even remember how they began. Some are faith based; some sweet and some can be downright troublesome. Please follow and
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I’ve been a Florida resident for over 40 years and have had a plethora of experiences with hurricanes. The names change but the effects are the same: fear, exhaustion and destruction. Not only physically
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