The Story Behind the Sand Dollar
I still remember the first time I held a live sand dollar in the palm of my hand. We were walking across a quiet sandbar, the tide low and the world hushed, when I gently uncovered it—this fragile, living disc…
Where watercolors, family, and stories gently collide
I still remember the first time I held a live sand dollar in the palm of my hand. We were walking across a quiet sandbar, the tide low and the world hushed, when I gently uncovered it—this fragile, living disc…