I remember reading a story about someone traveling with ice cream that was for sale. The vehicle broke down. It was hot. The ice cream began to melt. Unbelievably, the driver began to sell this former ice cream as milkshakes. This story about the beginning of milkshakes has stuck with…

This painting of beautiful soft pink roses was painted by my grandmother, whom we lovingly called Mama Hazel. Mama Hazel was an amazing cook, kept a beautiful flowerbed, and was a great storyteller. She would beat us in a game of cards (and most any other game), let us play…

The Vintage Rose was our first flower. It is inspired by those before us who, with their strength and sophistication, went ahead and followed their hearts. It is for those who did the tough work that needed to be done and who hung in there when times were tough. Sometimes,…