Daughters & Milk Cartons


And….. We’re off. To God knows’ where, but off we went to fire up a little bit of funniness and and steal another billow from that ominously persistent cloud that has loved us like a glove for what seems like forever. It snuck and stuck, but now if you blink real fast, appears to be…

A Hot Summer Texas Post


A fresh face for a new beginning. Or so it seems…. The pessimist I am always that, but I seem to get more opportunistic as a vacation hovers, a scent of exuberance flushed to opportunism- a fresh wind to take from those that do not relinquish readily, anything to anyone. A hint of hope and…