All cannot be sunshine. A little rain must fall, but then the gray clouds make us appreciate the cotton candy clouds more. And actually, I enjoy the rain. It cleans the earth and brings a fresh “after the rain” scent, but the clouds after wards were spectacular. I could not help but marvel at the sky’s beauty.

Remembering a true love that was lost.

Having fun at the fair.

A poem.

A short story about a day in collage when I made cotton candy with a few friends.

A family with out fear,chose to supple winter.

This was inspired by my two year old niece.

Poem inspired by time spent with my children at Carowinds in Charlotte, NC.

Have you ever been kissed by cotton candy?

You are my bliss.