There are two great loves in my life: my flower garden and my quirky little neighborhood. If you are fortunate enough to know my roots,...

My neighborhood is waking up after the slumber of winter. The smell of pork steaks cooking over charcoal, heavy bass lines thumping from...

I have a confession: as a pre-teen, I was obsessed with every version of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books. You know what I’m talking...