On the first of February, I started a daily photography challenge, if I can figure it out, I'll attach them.

A woman's life is on hold after her children no longer are in her care, but his love helps her find herself again.

A woman's life is shattered after losing her children, but she finds love and healing with Devin, who helps her piece her heart back together.

Molly, a golden retriever, discovers snow outside her window and can't wait to play. With her humans, she builds a snowman and snow dog, has a snowball fight, and enjoys her best snow day ever.

It’s so cool read it think it do it and I just can’t be thank ful enough god thank you for your help guide me

Moving forward isn't always easy..but sometimes its very necessary in order to heal and grow from hurt..pain...disappointment. allowing yourself to rediscover your worth helps establish peace..your peace is everything

Beautiful sunst ather a long hot day in ay. Look at all the orange colors in the sky these like this make you step back and enjoy the small things in life.

"Capturing the love and laughter of Molly, a golden retriever with a heart of gold. A heartwarming poem celebrating the love and joy of Molly, a sweet and spunky golden retriever, and her special bond with her humans, Devin and the narrator."

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In the PNW it’s really easy to get seasonal depressive disorder. Especially if you’re like me and lived your whole adulthood in the southwest.!

This has been a rough week. Snowed in with no big projects! Didn't feel like reading a lot, watching tv, or working on my scrapbook...

It’s kind of the old “chicken and egg” saying, just about why instead of how. Most of the things I right are a bit more serious I think. This was just fun to write, and I enjoy the concept. Hope you do too.

I lost myself during my marriage. That ended in 2021 and I am now married for the 2nd time. I am a writer and photographer and want to get my work out there. Join me in my journey; Writing/Photography/Life

Inside These Walls of Hell ​Inside these walls of hell sometimes it’s so hard to breathe. Inside these walls of hell are the darkest days my eyes have ever seen. Inside these walls of hell no one will ever feel my pain. Inside these walls of hell not a soul will see...

Digging into the Marchese’s family opened a Pandora’s Box I wasn’t prepared for, and I don’t know what it means from here.

Age 10 My Mom siblings an I lives in a decent town house three floors an kept in for the most part clean. We took turns cooking cleaning an once our chores were done our friends always lined up outside waiting for us to come out. Some memories I have around this age mom had a couple boyfriends. This one was someone who has still been in my life off an on. But I always remember the man with his short jean shorts a cast of his foot an a tank. My late brother's dad. (Brothers best friend). He used to roll his smokes. An some days when I'd rather sit at home I'd roll packs for him so he didn't have to. But they didn't last long it wasn't until my step dad who now I love very dearly was set up on a blind date with my mom. I guess it went so well we were told 2 weeks after they met we're moving into his house on North end of Edmonton. The commute back and forth from school and home was an hour each day. It wasn't long after that we moved back south. Now six kids two adults three bedroom bst.

Father Hurt Gone Passed away Feelings Life goes on Fuck this shit Abuse Pain Forgiveness Heartache

Father died Need help Life sucks Cant do this alone He deserves better His body stuck at hospital til I can get funds up This was the last picture I got of him.

I went to a celebration of Bollywood and Indian culture at a local library. It was great fun and well worth it!

another mural I saw while in Little Havana was that of Gloria and Emilio Estefan. I love Little Havana!