Beautiful, Paloma, absolutely beautiful. You are as incredible a writer as you are an attorney. Enjoy this time and maybe this time will become your new you, your new life. Cooking, loving, laughing, relaxing, yoga, kitties and your exquisite writing that just might pay the mortgage after all.

You express such beauty in your photos. Sometimes I absolutely have to stay away from your blog because I am overcome with emotion and tears because of the way you write, the way you pictorial things. I love your blog, Corey!

Judah talkin' to me? LOL!

My dad taught me to ride my bike. The training wheels came off of the old blue Huffy and he gripped the back of the seat with one hand and held it, running along side of me. All at once, I felt a rush of air as he gave me a final push and let go. I was riding a bike! I glanced over my shoulder to see him smiling and fading in the distance. What we both forgot was that I had no idea how to stop the bike. Frantically, I turned myself to one side and jumped off, leaving the bike to go careening out of control and into a telephone pole. That bicycle was tough, however, and hit many telephone poles, parked cars and trees before I learned how to use the brakes. Thanks for bringing back this wonderful memory for me.