The red bricks pave a way through the historic district as they soak in the summer heat from the sun raised high in the sky.  Cars drive past, eager to get to the downtown stores on a sunny weekend afternoon.  Families gather over a meal, friends stroll along the sidewalk, and others skip store to store on the hunt for …

It’s late in the morning when the alarm clock rings.  The streets outside are quiet without a single movement except for the occasional car that passes by.  It creates a sound that bounces off the brick buildings and resounds throughout the neighborhood. As 10 AM nears, the morning becomes a little less quiet as people finish a second helping of …

Steam rises from the cup of hot coffee sitting snugly in your lap on the front porch.  It’s a quiet morning- bird’s singing, crickets chirping and the wind rustling through the trees as the wind chimes dangle from the house next door. In the distance, children have already begun playing in the front lawn, laughing and giggling as mom calls …

Lifting one leg up and then the other, you grab onto a handle grip and climb into an old four-door truck, sinking into the leather cushion as you turn on the engine.  The radio blares through the worn-out speakers, but the passengers who consist of close friends and family don’t seem to mind.  The truck will soon turn into an …

The aroma of freshly made corn tortillas mixes with the scent of seasoned chicken, ready to be wrapped up and served.  The smell greets hungry guests coming in, hoping to grab a bite to eat.  The faint sound of guitar and violin play over the speakers to create soothing music.  It goes with the laid-back style and ease of the …

Tenderly cut meat steeps in the rich marinade and sizzles on a barbeque grill outside. Kids splash in the pool, dodging beach balls and climbing on pool noodles. Parents watch, sinking deep into lawn chairs planted in the ground, talking over cold drinks and reminiscing about the good old days. It’s the beginning of July, and it feels like another …

Hundreds of acres of strawberries stretch across the fields and reach beyond the horizon.  The soil and Florida heat (which is also great for a golden tan) work to make Plant City, Florida, a place for fun memories and high-quality produce. Plant City is known as the winter strawberry capital of the world, but the small town also has some …

Wind rustles through the trees, stirring dirt from its resting place on the ground.  The wheels on the bike hug the edges along the gravel road; and a cool breeze rushes past and brushes your hair back. The path is winding and the trail is long but not long enough.  The birds are singing, the wind is blowing and the …

The sound of giggling echoes above the mid-day rush of cars and lingers a few blocks down the street.  The flashes of a camera bounce off the walls and girls join hands in groups of twos and threes to snap pictures in the trendiest clothes of the season- jean skirts, crop tops and scrunchies. A smile spreads across each face, …

The streets are busy, stores are crowded and cars are bumper to bumper.  Tires squeal on the wet roads as you slowly press on the brakes at the change of a green light.  Traffic is stopped; and you’re late for the third appointment of the day- it isn’t even lunchtime. There’s a pencil tucked between the cracks of the seat …