Ahenda hopes she's the type of woman that is like wine; one whose age blesses her with a cultured sweetness & refined worth as life happens. She's a hopeless romantic; one in-love with love (either the notion of it or the actual manifestation of it). Her words are the concessions of her trinity: her mind, her heart and her soul.
She loves coffee by the way (sometimes black & strong or creamy & sweet, the preference reliant on her mood)…. and wine and soft rain and a good book and chocolate and sand in her toes.
She blogs here