A story of a hat and a shared sense of identity borne of innocent and playful times spent with friends while growing up at the beach.

An old photo of my Mom, Nancy Harvell, with an Olympic torch. The flame of her memory burns bright.

A vignette in the produce section inspired a poem about dads and daughters.

I would really like to blog more often, but time is at a premium. However, there is always incredible material from other bloggers that can and should be shared. Here’s today’s contribution, a lovely photo and quiet couple of stories that have been woven together…