My Mother found these baby shoes at a second hand-shop. She tossed them to me saying, "For your blog." I smiled thinking she gets it, and found her gesture to be a perfect compliment, especially since she shares a shop…

My Mother’s garden, welcomes us to spring forth. With teasing yellow for daisies; my Mom adds pink, orange, and violet blue objects like color charts for the flowers to take cue. What color are you? Take root! Bloom where you…

The windmill waves goodbye as we fly over head. It shouts, "See you this summer!" We wave back and say, "Stand strong and bloom wildly." Photo: on the backroads with my Dad.

                    My friend Shelley loves flow blue. She collects it passionately…even if it is cracked, or chipped or mix-n-match. Every piece is worthy in her eyes. Shelley doesn’t judge perfection as flawless. She takes…

The older Amaro boys, my four younger brothers and my Dad. Some of the younger Amaro boys (my nephews, plus my son Sacha, minus my Godchild and the newborn nephew.)

                      There is an angel nearby. Sitting next to our thoughts and keeping beat with our hearts. Listen can you hear it calling to you…asking you to fly, to dare, to believe with…