rosenelsonwest
The soups my grandmother made were rich and colorful. The smells coming from her kitchen when she magically combined ruby and green vegetables with rich broth still are vivid memories. Delicious beyond anything you would ever taste, Grandma's soups!
The glimmer in her eyes told me that losing her mother was the most painful, yet hopeful time. Mother's pain was gone but so was the gentle guide, the light laugh, and the spirit that would never relinquish hope.
The estate of my father was difficult to manage and the family members were unhappy with the results. I would give anything to have dad back again, and let the hazy, unhappiness surround this estate be no more!
The bridge to understanding one another is slippery, crowded, and very high. But I must scale it in order to find my way and help others along the way. Don't forget to cross every bridge with a positive attitude!
Ahh, don't touch me, lest you want blood on your fingers! I am alluring but still the very flesh of my skin does not welcome everyone to just grab me. How free it feels to simply glow in the sunshine.............