Won’t Take Nothing But A Memory

Winter Yard and House

When life becomes unmanageable, I tend to run back home. Most often unsure of what exactly it is I am seeking, I always know the “house that built me” will bring intense comfort, even if only for a short time.

My Only Way Out Was Through It

Spilled wine spells love

I’m going to be bluntly honest here. This is my truth and some won’t agree, while others won’t want to read what is written because my truth hurts them…