Leave a Reply

I had always enjoyed a great fire…the campfires shared by family on camping trips, the bonfires of youth to celebrate July Fourth, or simply a fire in the fireplace of the home we all built as a family.

But that home with its lovely fireplace became something I had to run from. My Dad died in that home while he and my Mother owned it. I bought the home from my Mother and then my wife, the mother of my children, died there as well.

I loved that home, but I needed to leave it and its hearth behind.

Continue Reading...

The WaterFire Beacon of Hope is LIVE 24/7 at the WaterFire Arts Center    Tune In Now