French Antiques. Glancing back at the table making sure everything is just so; Knives on the right and forks on the left is a big challenge for someone like me, who can't raise their right hand without thinking first…

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                                          Winged thoughts stacked, page after page of love letters, held together with hope.                                                                                   The love letters. Words spilling out hoping to wet the reader's heart. Did he know? Would he respond… it did not matter anymore. Her thoughts took…

             When the urn was younger she did what was expected of her. She stood outside and held plants. More often than not the people passing by, praised the flowers that grew from the plants she…

One of my Mother's clever tools of disciplining, my four brothers and I as children, was telling us that the birds that sat on the telephone wires were Santa's helpers. During the year (not just in December,) she would point…