To Paris, With Love.

It has been nine years since I walked your streets.  I still remember how enamoured I was with your glittering storefronts and charming street side cafes. How in your dirtiness, you remain beautiful. I have seen your sights, breathed your air, eaten your baguettes, basked in your gentle sunshine.  … Read more

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Devoted.

It was just one word.  Simple, clear, straight-to-the-point.

It was given a thumbs down.

It was too strong, too alienating, too loaded.  It would scare people off.

I didn’t understand what the problem was. It was a word I had picked out from a verse that spoke exactly what we wanted to say.… Read more

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