My kids, a friend , and even a stranger restored my joy of xmas.
Christmas morning I am driving to my daughters house around eightish am .. still dark.. a full moon in a clear sky is soooo beautiful ! I pull over
Bacon.. you are turning me into a man..
“I don’t really cook for myself” .. I said to my friend. “You really should, you deserve it” my friend replied. The next morning with her
Upstairs.. Downstairs, Yann Martel and me
Beautiful Christmas trees.. seven of them, if you are counting, and works of art from all over the world on walls separating the living areas, with a
like mother like daughter..
Dear Mom Christmas is once again around the corner and this year I was very excited for it to come. Well I still am.. somewhat,
I must be dead!
This started out with me writing my will.. but look what poured out onto the page.. this happens once in awhile. Well if you are
Sometimes.. we just need to go back to bed.
As I sit here wondering what to write about, my thoughts keep jumbling together and there is not one that separates itself from the others.
Paris city of love .. or hate? (my friend has his own views and they make sense to me)
Paris.. well yep it is their equivalent of 9/11 just like the UK had their day when they blew up the busses and subways a
Laugh or cry.. live or die ? (this is for you Barb)
We are all going to die.. that much we should know, don’t you think? Why do we live like we have forever then? That trip you’ve
Coffee tea or bacon ?.. just a little morning humor
Well .. welcome back to me. The jet lag was certainly not something I expected but it has taken over a week for me
sharing our stories .. we all have them
Mistakes, failures… are these the same thing? We don’t set out to make a mistake nor do we knowingly set ourselves up for failure. I recently