My Mother’s Hand
When I was small, I used to look at the veins and lines of my mother’s hands and wonder at how different they looked...
The Looking Glass
Oh, my goodness, how I love the vividness of these words and the wisdom behind them! Truthteller Vickie Bricksaw shares the gentle, peaceful side...
What I’ve Learned Today…
The journeys of our souls are personal and beautiful in their uniqueness. I couldn’t help but fall in love with this beautiful piece by...