Showing posts from September, 2007

Scraps of a Father

She Sees More Than You Think

Old Timey

Kissy-Kissy, Smoochy-Smoochy

There is Beauty in the Dying


Still Sad

This Is How I Feel Today

Go Big or Go Home

Sad, But Standing Guard

Sisters, First and Forever

No Excuse


My Mother, My Hero

Nothing to Hide

Teaching and Learning

Tiny Fingers Reaching Out

With This Ring...

Summer Move Forward and Stitch Me the Fabric of Fall

Drowning in a Tanbark Sea