My Mother kept a garden, a garden of the heart; she planted all the good things that gave my life it’s start.She turned me to the sunshine and encouraged me to dream, fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem…And when the wind and rains came, she protected me enough… but not too much because she […]

by Eugene Field The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands, Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair, And that was the time when our […]