The tapestry of family history woven through tricolored waters, pine tar covered bare feet, and an old brick circle fire pit.

Generations have gathered to share stories of life, love, and ultimately loss around this fire pit, never letting the truth get in the way of a good story.  But truth is subjective.  It is MY truth that I explore.  It may not be as others recall, but it is mine.  I know what I know, and I tell the tale accordingly…never letting the truth get it the way of a good story.