Hope on so many levels pulled together the place I call the Prairie Patch. Sitting on […]
A summer night on the back porch sharing stories and a glass of wine with friends.
Walking on the Limestone Greenway early on a summer morning. Branches of trees, laden with beautiful […]
My state of esperanza is my mom’s kitchen. I know that sounds simple but it’s true. […]
Probably sounds cheesy but mine is whenever family is all together and nobody is in a […]
Mine is my grandpa’s old place. It wasn’t pretty or anything. But it felt steady, and […]
