Wayside Daisies and a Southern Lullaby

Interstate-10 was within earshot of my childhood home. The road cut through our town and past my neighborhood. I-10 connected the East Coast with West Coast of the United States. It was made of concrete slabs pieced together like a puzzle that created a 2000 mile path across the country. Connecting Florida to California andContinue reading “Wayside Daisies and a Southern Lullaby”

Ballast

We meet as our mothers, grandmothers and great grandmothers have done for generations. With the pretence of a simple cup of tea or coffee we weave ourselves into the tapestry of each other’s lives. Without fanfare, unnoticed by a busy world, we quietly come together to share our stories. Shared lives steeped in quiet moments,Continue reading “Ballast”