When I think of February I think of love.  It did not start out with romantic love but the love of a Grandmother whose maiden name was  Valentine.  She was love and grace and I adored her. She called me mija and always cried when she said goodbye.  One day as I was helping her clean out a closet she found a small...

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I am not a planner when I paint. I draw a quick outline and let the paint guide me. A slip of the brush created freckles that were not originally intended to exist. The water and paint swirled and mixed as my brush followed path unknown. Several hours later I had Amelia.  Why Amelia? It was all I could think as I looked...

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A late start and a bittersweet goodby to 2015.  New Years Eve brought some news we didn't want to hear but it is with open hearts that we start this new year. 2015 was year one of our marriage and oh how I love this man. Adventures through Europe and making our condo a home. There are still empty walls to be filled...

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