Remember When the flowers began to bloom And all the ways I held you close You whispered sugary sweetness The warmth of your breath coating my ear Like fog on a windshield Remember When the heat of the day was almost too much to take We knew we’d be burned But the tension only pulled … More Seasons


Those who know me, if you were to ask, would probably tell you my passion is food. Making it, eating it, admiring its very form of existence. And while, please do not get me wrong, I do love food (what can I say…it can be a beautiful form of art), my true passion is in … More Beginning