“Gabriel Edward Mackie, born with soulful maturity and an intrinsic sense of empathy, gazed at life through a poetic contemplative lens relishing the plangent sounds of the wind dancing through the trees during a thunderstorm, inhaling the nutty scent of… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Dreams that last hold secrets from the past. Out of reach. Impossible to breach. Fragile to clutch. Fleeting to touch. Like stars and snowflakes and visions all aglow. Time is endless in our youth. Our dreams are rustproof. Our time… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Gabriel Edward Mackie, born with soulful maturity and an intrinsic sense of empathy, gazed at life through a poetic contemplative lens relishing the plangent… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“I remember not belonging. I was always Summer’s older sister—the plain one with the red hair and a gap between her front teeth. The… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Dreams that last hold secrets from the past. Out of reach. Impossible to breach. Fragile to clutch. Fleeting to touch. Like stars and snowflakes… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“I’m pretty sure she’s got an angel job now where she plucks a large handful of flowers and carries them up to God where… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it is not the people who change, it is just the mask that falls off.” — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow. Although she knew better than to trust the word, hope like habit was difficult to break.” — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
