Coral Store Chronicle
The Tipping Season
In this quiet stretch of the year people begin to remember the hands that keep everything moving- the mail carriers, the drivers, the makers, the lawn mowers, caregivers who pause...
The Tipping Season
In this quiet stretch of the year people begin to remember the hands that keep everything moving- the mail carriers, the drivers, the makers, the lawn mowers, caregivers who pause...
The Weight Of Being Acknowledged
A reflection on the rare beauty of being acknowledged in a world moving too fast and a thank you to those who still choose to see.
The Weight Of Being Acknowledged
A reflection on the rare beauty of being acknowledged in a world moving too fast and a thank you to those who still choose to see.
Acts of Kindness - A Stranger Paid my Fare
A numerous Thanksgiving reflection from Coral- savoring solitude, witnessing unexpected generosity and keeping my sensitivity to foods chaos at bay
Acts of Kindness - A Stranger Paid my Fare
A numerous Thanksgiving reflection from Coral- savoring solitude, witnessing unexpected generosity and keeping my sensitivity to foods chaos at bay
For Those Who Looked For Me
If you’ve wondered where I went, know this the rug was pulled, the foundation cracked, and I had to rise from the quiet ground. Here is my story of return.
For Those Who Looked For Me
If you’ve wondered where I went, know this the rug was pulled, the foundation cracked, and I had to rise from the quiet ground. Here is my story of return.
Love Language Of Scents
Scent is the first language the spirit remembers. Before words, before touch, fragrance speaks, softly, truthfully, and without disguise. It anchors memories, unravels emotions, and awakens the hidden corners of...
Love Language Of Scents
Scent is the first language the spirit remembers. Before words, before touch, fragrance speaks, softly, truthfully, and without disguise. It anchors memories, unravels emotions, and awakens the hidden corners of...
The Weight of What I Built
A quiet reflection on the sixteen years I built with devotion and the travesty of having my work halted without reason or warning. Yet even here something in me is...
The Weight of What I Built
A quiet reflection on the sixteen years I built with devotion and the travesty of having my work halted without reason or warning. Yet even here something in me is...