To the woman who has lost her spark. To the woman whose get up and go, has well and truly gone. This is for you.

Memories about growing up in 60’s and 70’s My Mother taught me about Weather. “Your room looks like a tornado hit it.” My Mother taught

It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun started dipping into the blue ocean. Old Ed came strolling along the beach to

I really like what is said here and am going to try my best to follow it though it is a little late for me. Thank

This is a must read story! Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on a bench. The man slowly

The worst feeling isn’t being lonely, its being forgotten by someone you’d never forget.