Dreams and Epiphanies

Sometimes, we choose the palette, and sometimes . . . the palette chooses us! It started with these lovely mini carnations I picked up at th...

When my son, John, made his Confirmation in 2003, he presented his sponsor, his Aunt Mary Ann, with a tussie-mussie to honor her, and thank ...

I bought these pink lilies at the supermarket last Saturday. They took their sweet time opening up . . . but it was worth the wait. My so...

I work with a group of amazing women who have managed, despite our reluctance of mixing business with pleasure, to become friends. We all ta...

Who would have thought that this bouquet sidekick could be so pretty all on its own? And the name is so deceptive - there's nothing le...

I've put away the furry, dark, winter-y pillows and brought out the summer ones. I love them all, but that green one has such a fresh co...

This was the Dining Room in the house where I grew up, but I wasn't born when this photo was taken. Most of these folks left Cuba in the...