Trust the Magic of Beginnings

And Suddenly You Just Know it's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings!

And suddenly you just know it's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.

This is the stage of life I am experiencing. And, it is wonderful. I've let go of things that were bogging down my time and zapping my strength. Now is the time to completely enjoy life with family and friends.

Going into the new year, I am super excited to focus on God, family, friends, vacations, crafting, Oscar (my spoiled cat), and of course wine. Simply put - Taylor is taking breaks from some things, and tuning in to new things. What those things are remain to be seen.

I'd love for you to keep checking back here to see what's going on. Because life with friends makes it that much more enjoyable!

What are your plans for the new year? Are you letting go of what's dragging you down? Seeking something fun and enjoyable? Or just taking some time for yourself?

Cheers to a Happy New Year!


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Oasis A Safe Haven


As you may or may not know, I am the host of Signing in the South, an author-reader book event in Lake Charles, LA. Our next event is June 13, 2020, at the beautiful Isle of Capri Casino Hotel. For this next event, I wanted to give back to one of our local charities. It did not take long to make the decision to donate a portion of our proceeds to Oasis A Safe Haven.

Why Oasis?

Domestic and Sexual Violence are topics that are near and dear to many people, myself included. There are many skeptical people who will always use reasoning like – she/he asked for it, she/he brought it on themselves, she/he can always leave, and no one is forcing her/him to stay. The truth of the matter is that this is not always the case. Things are not always clear-cut with a definitive way out. One of the saddest things is that sometimes it is years before anyone knows the truth about what happened, or why a person would stay and tolerate such abuse.

Just one example.


Have you ever sat in a bedroom with your siblings and contemplated how you could eliminate a stepparent? Seriously though. As a middle school child, my brothers and I (I’ll call them EJ and WK) would sit in the bedroom and think of ways to get rid of our stepdad. We would take ideas we’d seen on t.v. shows or movies and imagine doing those things to him - Sudden vehicle accidents due to cut brake lines; poison in food; oh, and of course hired hitmen. We even thought we had a connection for that last one. Yes, we were young and dumb. Lol.

For lack of a better word, we will call this beast Brute. He was an abusive man not only to us but to our mother. I do remember talking to social workers at some point in my childhood, but nothing ever changed. Mom had friends who she could talk to and oftentimes we would stay at those friend’s houses for a few days. Then she would go back to Brute. Again, nothing ever changed. There were good times together as a family. Until that sick, shaky feeling hit the bottom of my stomach, a sign that things were turning sour. Then it was raised voices, slamming doors, something hitting the walls, and even more than your imagination can handle.

Life went on. I, EJ, and WK grew up and started our own lives. Mom finally left this beast of a man when I was in my early twenties. Yes, she escaped the physical abuse, but not the emotional and mental. (Another story, another day.) Through all the years, Mom and I remained close to each other. We shared a lot together. Only there were those deep, dark secrets she would not reveal even to me. I never knew why she stayed with Brute for as long as she did. I couldn’t understand why she put up with the abuse, why she allowed him to abuse her children.

There is a better ending.

Later in life, Mom met a wonderful couple. There was an instant bond between Grace (not her real name) and Mom. Grace and her husband were there through the end days. When Mom had her stroke and eventually went into the nursing home, Grace and I would talk and pray on the phone together. I knew that Mom had finally found that best friend she never had as an adult. (You guessed it, another story, another day.) After Mom passed from this Earth, Grace revealed some things to me that Mom had confided in her. She wasn’t betraying her confidence by telling me these things. Quite the opposite. She was helping me heal as well as giving me information to know that Mom had also been healed.

She did it for her children.

You never know the reasons a person stays in an abusive relationship. There are many. It was healing for me to find out that Mom stayed for our protection. Sounds crazy, right? All those years, Brute had threatened that if Mom left him, he would kill her kids. Knowing the depth of his physical power and anger, she believed him. And so do I. As bad as it was for us, she was convinced she would lose us if she ever left Brute. What could be worse for a mother than losing her children?

To this day, I still wish Mom had reached out to some type of organization for help when we were growing up. I’m not even sure if there was one available back then. However, today there are wonderful people who stick their necks out to help women and men in abusive situations. I commend these organizations for their efforts.

If you or someone you know needs assistance, don’t hesitate, contact an organization near you. You can support Oasis by attending Signing in the South 2020. A portion of our proceeds will be donated to this local charity.



Oasis A Safe Haven for Survivors of Domestic and Sexual Violence

The below is copied straight from their website.

It is our mission to create social change through empowerment and support for victims of domestic violence and sexual assault, safe shelter for men, women, and children, and community education.



Formerly the Calcasieu Women’s Shelter and Rape Crisis Outreach, Oasis A Safe Haven for Survivors of Domestic and Sexual Violence is a non-profit 501C3 organization. Calcasieu Women’s Shelter was founded in 1979 for the purpose of assisting abused women and their children. The organization became a United Way agency in 1983. In 1994, we added a Rape Crisis Outreach program to the agency to help victims of sexual assault. We changed our name from Calcasieu Women’s Shelter and Rape Crisis Outreach to Oasis A Safe Haven for Survivors of Domestic and Sexual Violence in 2011.

The Domestic Violence program provides services to residents of Calcasieu, Cameron, and Allen parishes.

The Sexual Violence program provides services to residents of Calcasieu, Cameron, Allen, Jeff Davis, and Beauregard parishes.

At Peace – A Life Series

At Peace


Welcome to the At Peace series. This series emerged for several reasons. One, to give myself healing from my past. Two, to help someone out there who relates to some of the instances in one way or another. Three, to enjoy my mind, which is now at peace. The writings in this series come from the heart.

Who Am I

I am an average woman in her fifties (wow – that number looks daunting on the screen. Lol) I am happily married to my best friend. Together we have four kids and the family is growing with grandkids. Two of the four are my own and I could not be more thankful and blessed for these two. I am so proud of the adults they have become. They are my life! I value deeply the friendships in my life. Some are as close as soul-mates, and others are social media-driven. All of them are treasured dearly. Oh, and I am a romance author who has taken a turn into this new blog series.

My childhood was a little out of the ordinary, like many other people in this world. I’ve not shared a whole lot about it simply because there was a lot of hurt growing up and I just didn’t talk about it. When I say I haven’t shared, I mean even with my kids, husband, and best friends. Sure, they know things were different for me growing up, but we never discussed it. Until recently. This series references events and instances that occurred to me mostly in relation to my “growing up” family. You know – parents and siblings. Dealing with those particular days of my life have certainly influenced my life as an adult, wife, and mother.

Some of the issues that I’ve dealt with both as a child and an adult are physical and mental abuse, alcoholism, addiction, enabling, homelessness, and much more. Don’t misunderstand, there were also times of joy and happiness growing up with family members and friends. Happiness is one of the most prominent emotions in my personal immediate family - me, hubby, my kids and their families, and friends.

My “growing up” family started coming to an end in November 2014. Mom came to live with me and my husband because her husband (not my dad) couldn’t find enough work to support their living. They were being evicted. Both of my siblings have passed away due to different circumstances in their lives. During these past years is when my emotional state hit its all-time high, or low.

My Why

So why do I want to write this series now? Because after the fall of events that basically came to a final end this year, 2019, I have found myself in a new place. I am now able to talk about my childhood openly, even though I may still shed a few tears. Sharing my stories is a way to show the world that no matter what is thrown my way, I am a survivor. I know the full love and acceptance of my husband and my kids. I am At Peace.

There are people out in this world who can relate in some way or another to what I will be writing about. Some stories may be written anonymously as they will be someone else’s life. My goal is to let people know they are not alone. YOU are not alone. Maybe you just need someone to listen to you. Maybe reading about these experiences will somehow help you deal with your own life struggles. Maybe you will reach out to an organization that is available to assist. Maybe you will find your own strength. Maybe you will finally be At Peace with some things in your life.

What's Next

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It is my goal to post in this series once a month, the third Friday of every month. If life gets in the way, the post may be pushed back, but I will try to keep you updated. Yes, I am a procrastinator. Lol. Some posts will be on the lighter side and others will be a little deep, but the overall theme will be peaceful.



Below are some national links you may find helpful. Keep in mind that there are always local organizations near you. These, and any links I post, are not affiliate links, I am not paid by these companies. They are chosen by internet search.

The National Domestic Violence Hotline

National Sexual Assault Hotline

National Alcohol Hotline

A Weekend of Peppers and Shadows

Shadows on the Teche

Have you found the peppers and shadows near you? When you need a short break from life, sometimes all you have to do is look close to home. You may be amazed at what you find. Most people travel far from home to sight see and overlook the areas in their own hometown. Hubby and I picked New Iberia, a place only an hour and a half away from home. Our little weekend getaway resulted in peppers and shadows. And memories!

Tabasco Factory

We started the day at the Tabasco factory, the place of the famous pepper sauce made by Mr. Edmund McIlhenny in 1868 on Avery Island, LA. It was almost noon, so we decided to start with lunch at 1868. This was a quaint, cafeteria-style restaurant. With a ‘build your own Bloody Mary’ bar. Of course I cannot pass up that kind of temptation!

Moving on, we went from stop to stop taking in the history of Tabasco and observing current day process of making the famous pepper sauce. The peppers are mashed, mixed with other ingredients, and put in barrels. There they sit for three years so they can age perfectly. The top of the barrels are covered with salt (you can see this in the below picture) to keep out impurities. After aging, the sauce is bottled and shipped all over the world. Along the assembly line we observed workers performing quality control. Every so often, the woman we were watching would pull a bottle out of the line. Not really sure why. I can only assume either the bottle was not filled with pepper sauce, or the bottle was damaged somehow. I do know that I do not have the type of patience it must take to work that type of job. Kudos to all of the workers at Tabasco!

Fun Fact:

Corks were used to stop the bottles and the tops were sealed with green wax to contrast with the sauce’s color. Today green paper is used in place of the wax.

Shadows on the Teche

Next stop was the Shadows on the Teche. We stepped back in time to the antebellum period. Built in 1834, The house is set among 100 year-old towering live oak trees draped with Spanish moss and sits on the banks of Bayou Teche. The grounds are absolutely breathtaking! Bamboo lines the walkway and effectively shuts out the traffic from Main Street, which lends the imagination to travel back in time to when there were no automobiles. The peace is tranquil and you almost feel like you are there with the landowners tending the gardens and the children running around.

It amazed me at the amount of history that is preserved here. The house is filled with about 85% of the original furniture and fixings. Shadows was built with no hallways, but plenty of windows to let the fresh air flow through as there was no air conditioning at that time. David and Mary Weeks finished building the house in 1834. Mary oversaw the final stages of the construction while her husband traveled to Connecticut in hopes of finding a cure for his recurring unidentifiable disease. Unfortunately, David would never live in the house as he died while seeking a cure for his illness. Mary later died in her sleep while still living in her home. The Shadows was home to four generations of Weeks families, whose fortunes were made in the sugar industry. Williams Weeks Hall, the last member of the family to live in the house, donated the Shadows to the National Trust for Historical Preservation.

Fun Fact:

Williams Weeks Hall’s donation included the house, gardens, furniture, and over 17,000 documents – letters, receipts, invoices, and inventories.

Our tour guide, Mrs. Barbara, was amazing. She was very knowledgeable and gave us her undivided attention. If you ever have the opportunity to visit New Iberia, LA., make sure you stop by the Tabasco factory and Shadows on the Teche. (Click these links to follow them on Facebook.)

Till next time,


Signing in the South 2020

Signing in the South

It is my pleasure to announce that Lake Charles, LA will once again be the location for Signing in the South!

Thanks to the heartwarming support of fellow authors, readers, family, and friends, I’ve decided to jump in again and bring an amazing author / book signing to the Lake Charles area.

Details are still being worked out. First priority is getting my daughter married in three weeks! Yes, this journey with her has been absolutely amazing. I didn’t want anything competing with my time with my daughter in making her day as special as it can be. But, as soon as the wedding is complete, I’ll be working on venue, date, time, author lineup, tickets, and much more to put this Signing in motion.

Tentative date will be June 2020. We just have to plan it around Father’s Day. We don’t want our guys thinking we are taking over “their” weekend!

Yes, this is over a year away, but you’d be surprised at all the planning that goes into an event like this. Trust me when I say this.

My priority in hosting this special event is taking care of the authors and readers. Because without either of those, there is no success in a book signing. Heck, there is no book signing without those amazing people.

Honestly, my heart is overflowing right now. I put out a feeler about hosting the Signing again. The replies from my authors who participated in 2018 Signing seriously had me tearing up. To know that these authors were satisfied and want to come back really says a lot to me. They put their trust in me last year as I embarked on a first-time venture. We had a great lineup of authors of all genres from all over Louisiana and surrounding states. That group will always be my favorites as they supported me 100% and more! Love you guys!

So, mushy stuff aside – how can you find out more? Stay tuned to my website and Facebook page for all the inside information. Feel free to reach out to me anytime.


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Til next time,


Write your memoir!

Congratulations, you’ve decided to write your memoir!



It was the most fascinating time of your life. Or – That time in your life you’d much rather forget. Or – Lessons were learned during those periods in your life. Not matter what your story, it is yours to tell. Memoir writing can take you through several emotional stages. It can be exhilarating, funny, soothing, or cathartic. It can even be a combination of any or all of these emotions and more.

There are many reasons why a person decides to write a memoir. A few of them are:

  • You simply want to share an experience.
  • You want to help others heal through your words and the situations you were subject to.
  • You need some writing therapy. Putting the words on paper helps you deal with your past.

Whatever your reasons for writing a memoir, one thing very common among the writers is the looming question:

How do I portray certain people for who they were without getting into legal trouble?

Merriam-Webster’s definition of defamation:




def·​a·​ma·​tion | \ˌde-fə-ˈmā-shən  \

Definition of defamation 


the act of communicating false statements about a person that injure the reputation of that person the act of defaming another CALUMNYdefamation of charactera defamation lawsuit

Defamation is when a person’s reputation is lowered in the eyes of the community and people are deterred from dealing with them as they normally would. The allegedly defamed person must prove that it is he/she who is portrayed in the book. They must be able to identify themselves by physical description, location, acquaintances, or other factors.

So how do you write your memoir without getting into legal trouble?

  • Start with changing names and settings. Instead of writing about the small rural community you grew up in, set your story in the outskirts of a major city. Remember, changing up settings and details does not mean the incidents didn’t happen. It means you are doing your due diligence in protecting yourself from potential lawsuits. And it helps protect the reputation of innocent and guilty persons.
  • Add a disclaimer such as: This memoir reflects the author’s recollections of his/her experiences in life. Some names, places, and characteristics have been changed. Some events may have been compressed and some dialogue may have been recreated.
  • State facts. If your ex cheated on his taxes and you can prove it, he/she cannot sustain a defamation claim.
  • More about stating facts. Your opinions are protected expressions. To an extent. If you express your accusation as, “I believe…”, or “In my opinion…” that does not give you legal recourse. Your opinions need to be relevant to your story and supported with evidence.
  • Show the people you are writing about what you have written. Of course this cannot be done in all instances such as abuse, addiction, etc. But on occasion, someone may only ask that their real identity not be revealed.

With all of that being said, write your memoir! Write what you experienced, what you feel. Laugh along the way. Cry with the words you are putting on paper. Heal if it’s healing you seek. It is your story. When you get to the point of wanting to publish your memoir, make sure you have done your duty by protecting the reputation of others.

Disclaimer: Of course, these are my opinions and based on research and they are not legal advice. You should always consult an attorney if you are in doubt.

Til next time,



Going Places


One of the first steps in defining your business is to figure out your core values. Once you do this, every day, focus on the values that define you and your business. Learn from those values. Live those values. Share your values with others.

How to Set Your Core Values

  • Make a list of everything that describes you. Everything. Don’t hold anything back. (Stuck? Ask a friend to help compile the list.)
  • Group together the words that are similar. example: positive, upbeat, confident
  • Review each group and pick out 1-2 words that you most relate with. Make that the heading of that group.
  • Congratulations! You now have your core values.

Go One Step Further

  • Have a little fun and play around with the headings of your groups.
  • Toss them around to come up with an acronym that suits you.
  • Interchange descriptions if you need to nail down your acronym.
  • Expound on each heading by adding 1-2 sentences to further define who you are.


I am going PLACES!
We are going PLACES!

P – POSITIVE attitude and actions help motivate people to follow their dreams.

L – LOYALTY to people around me. Striving to protect and support others.

A – ADVENTURE – Be fearless. What we can do with the unknown can be the birthplace of success.

C – CREATIVITY- Turning new and imaginative ideas into reality.

E – EMPOWERING and encouraging others (women) to never give up. Setting plans for growth and achieving goals.

S – SPIRITUAL and family oriented. ‘I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.’ Philippians 4:13

Til next time,


Murder on the 8th hole

Murder on the 8th hole? It very well could have been.

When hubby and I travel, we usually play a round of golf in our vacation town. “We” play golf. No, he plays golf and I play like his caddy. Usually it goes pretty much the same. He is focused on his game, in the zone.

I am not, which gives me plenty of time to focus on other things. Like – finding the shade for caddy. So what if hubby has to walk out to his ball to play. I want the shade because we usually play in 90 degree weather. That’s freaking hot! And finding the beer cart – I mean, drink cart. Caddy needs to stay hydrated. Oh and I can’t leave out the scenery that I like to focus on.

I take pictures of everything. Seems like most of my favorite golf pictures are of the little bridges that cross over the small creeks. It is not uncommon for me to send the pictures to my best bud. She then gives me pointers on how to achieve the best shots. Sometimes it translates into my brain and works; sometimes it doesn’t. But together she and I try to take great golf scene pictures. Remember, she is the photographer; I am the writer.

Back to the title of this blog. Murder???? This most recent golf/caddy trip could have turned into violence early on. See, I know golf is a gentleman’s game. Problem is, I’m not a gentleman. No where close.

We had the pleasure of playing with a Hot Springs resident who is also retired from the Navy. It was a joy meeting this guy! And caddy here is so glad he didn’t pin me to the rules of golf.

There are too many rules for this gal.

  • Don’t walk between the ball and the hole.
  • Be quiet.
  • Don’t drive the fun little cart while someone is hitting their ball.
  • Don’t park in front of the person if they are stopped at their ball.
  • Be quiet.
  • Don’t use your phone during the round.
  • Don’t stand behind someone while they are hitting.
  • Be quiet.

So you get it. Rules, and all this caddy wants is to enjoy the game. By game I mean the scenery. I want to take pictures to remember the place. The rolling hills, the creeks, bridges, random wildlife, etc. My creativity wants to flow out in the open air. I can’t do this if I’m obstructed by rules.

So, hubby has always wanted me to write a romantic suspense book about a murder on the fairway. We came really close to getting that story in Hot Springs! Hell, I can barely keep up with rules of writing, much less adding in rules of golf. So when I write that murder story for hubby, it will have to be after a lot more research on golf etiquette.

Till next time – Taylor

Vacation – Time to Get Away

Vacation – Time to get away!! I love travelling and visiting different places. Growing up, and most of my adult life, we did not take family vacations often. Like, never. Since my marriage to hubby the last ten years, I have vacationed more in this time than all the other vacations added up.

Recently we took a trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas. Beautiful little piece of the Earth scattered with lakes, mountains, picturesque golf courses (another blog on that to come later – you don’t want to miss those antics!), hot springs bubbling up from the ground and streaming down from the mountains. This has been by far one of my most favorite places to visit.

But this post isn’t really about where I vacationed. Nope, it’s about favorite and least favorite things we encounter on vacations. I’m sure you can relate to some of these. Chime in with your own comments.

Favorites on vacation

FOOD. Enough said. Well, okay, let’s elaborate. When on vacation I always try something native to the area whether it is seafood, BBQ, or anything in between. I couldn’t find anything in particular Hot Springs is famous for, so I ate everything in between. Oh, but I do give a shout out to Granny’s Kitchen for the best hot ham & cheese po-boy and fried okra.

SCENERY. I love the scene I am with. Earlier this year it was the beach (my absolute favorite!!). This trip I felt the warm breeze rolling off the lake as well as the crisp scent of piney woods. Hot Springs is a beautiful town. So much to see and take in. And more history there than I thought.

SCHEDULE. It’s vacation, baby. There is no schedule. Relax by the pool when you need a break from being a tourist. Traipse down the main strip with others. Climb mountains when you feel you have the energy. Chill outside a Hot Springs Bathhouse and people watch. Whatever you do, do it on your own schedule.

Least favorites on vacation

FOOD. Yeah, after a while, food fills your belly and you don’t want to look at it, smell it, or taste it. By the end of vacation, I am ready for some good home cooking. Did someone say deer roast?

SCHEDULE. My absolute least favorite is the schedule on the last day of vacation with hubby. No, it’s not what you think. It boils down to – I am tired and I need my sleep!!! Do we really have to get up so damn early and hit the road home? Is one freaking hour more of sleep going to put us that much later? UGH.

This post was meant to be written this morning when I was “in the moment” and starving for sleep. I knew if I didn’t write it then, it would not come out like my sleep deprived mind wanted it to. So yes, you have the toned down version. lol

But anyway, overall, vacations are a time to get away. I love them every time. And check back for some posts about some of the places I have visited.

What about you? Share some pics and thoughts on vacations you’ve experienced, or comment on vacations in general.

Love, hugs, and kisses – Taylor

Sunset Bayou – Lil Bit…

Hello again! I wanted to share one of my current projects with you. Sunset Bayou – A fun, romantic story of second chances.  The beginning of the story, Lil Bit of Love and Everything,  goes back several years to when Alanna and Jake (and several other characters) were in high school.

My inspiration for the two characters in Sunset Bayou, book 1 (currently untitled) are Shania Twain and Patrick Dempsey. Follow Alanna and Jake through Pinterest to see what their likes, dislikes, and secrets are.  You can also keep up with the story by subscribing to Taylor’s Tidbits and this blog from this website. The story will unfold right before your eyes, beginning with the beginning – sixteen years ago. (Subject to edits, of course.)


So, to start out, I’ll give you a little teaser from Lil Bit of Love and Everything. (Raw and unedited so excuse the many errors – grammatical and content.)


Present day.

Yvonne Watson’s sixty-eight year old body was wrinkled, her body beginning to frail, but she was still the light of Sam’s life. He reached over and took his wife’s hand; his beautiful wife of sixteen years. She smiled and then they both looked out over the bayou.

From their vintage point on the balcony, they took in all of the surroundings. Across the calm waters stood tall houses accessible from the other side of the town. Looking to the left, Sunset Bayou Park Road was filled with small camps to large homes. At the first curve, Earl’s small, shabby piece of property stuck out like a foreign object with old vehicles, metal scraps, and various other pieces of unusable junk. Earl had become the go-to for scrap parts. If you needed it, he had it. Not to mention he lived on this bayou most of his sixty-something years.

Sam glanced back over at his wife and his heart swelled. It was a blessing that they met at a time in their lives when they each needed someone. Yvonne had gone through a messy divorce in her late-forties. Sam had been a widower for several years when he and Yvonne met. The evening she strolled into ‘Lil Bits was the night he knew he had to hook her.

Sixteen years earlier.

“Sam, we need you up here,” the young bartender yelled at him. “Now!” She was a feisty little thing. Sam had wondered about giving her this job, but it was a favor to one of his old buddies.

After his wife had passed away in 2000, Sam took an early retirement from the plant industry and opened the country stop. He chose the name of the bar to honor his deceased wife’s wine shop, Lil Bit of Love. Several years later, the place was a hotspot for Sunset Bayou Park.

Lil Bit of Love and Everything was a combination convenience store and bar. Attached to the store was a small bar, Lil Bit of Love, which Sam opened daily. It was nothing fancy, just a place for people in the area to sit and chat while having a drink or two. Weekends could get a little rowdy, but never to the point he had to call the law. The store, and Everything, served the Sunset Bayou Park campground with everything from fishing tackle to food items needed to prepare a full meal.

Sam strolled into the bar area from his small office. “What,” he grumbled.

“Oh please.” Maria rolled her eyes at him. “Stop grumbling. It’s doesn’t fit you. Anyway, this lady here wants to know if there are any camps for sale around here.” Her brown ponytail bobbed as she nodded her head to the woman standing in front of her.

Sam scratched his head and sized up the woman. She looked to be around his age and she was neatly dressed. She was a taller where as his ‘lil bit wife had been shorter. Her dark brown hair reminded him of a chocolate bar. Her eyes, well the little spunk in them intrigued him more than he wanted to admit.


Enjoy! And follow for the next segment.

Love, hugs, and kisses – Taylor