I love the word tenacity. I hope it’s part of my legacy. For now, it’s in a poem and to me,
tenacity looks something like this. . .

telling stories through poetry & personal reflections
I love the word tenacity. I hope it’s part of my legacy. For now, it’s in a poem and to me,
tenacity looks something like this. . .
January is not the end. Spring is never too far to reach.
Here are some words for your wait.
It’s the longest game ever.
But it’s worth it.
the 8th poem in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves.
Who said harvest had to come in the fall?
Belated is still stunningly beautiful and definitely worth the wait!