Walking the same streets and gong into the same places where i had been.   I’m not the same woman i was and neither are the people with me.   I do miss me.  Read more

I saw this cottage And she invited me “Come around again Take another look Can you just imagine How I would look With jasmine growing along the steps Pennyroyals filling the cracks between the path  Trumpet vines cascading over Lavender and sage growing almost wild beside lantana bushes lining my sides A few rocking chairs… Read more

Feel with both hands, Jeanna’ Read more

Feel with both hands, Jeanna’ Read more

Feel with both hands, Jeanna’ Read more

Feel with both hands, Jeanna’ Read more

Feel with both hands, Jeanna’ Read more