When a Home Becomes a House
Handprints in wet cement. Something so few of us have the privilege to do….to build a house from the ground… Read More
Handprints in wet cement. Something so few of us have the privilege to do….to build a house from the ground… Read More
The thought that my love was once in a lifetime paralyzed me. It made me so sad to think I… Read More
We face loss…real, imaginary, potential…every day of our lives. Often the topic death resides just out of reach in our… Read More
Bits and pieces of a life. That is all I physically have left of Mr. Virgo. His clothes are mostly… Read More
I am “off the grid” for a few days of R&R with some girlfriends. No water, no electric, no cell… Read More
I am “off the grid” for a few days of R&R with some girlfriends. No water, no electric, no cell… Read More
That is the question Shakespeare asked of us. It indicates a choice is to be made. It forces the person… Read More
I have a magnet on my fridge that says “May you live all the days of your life!” A sound… Read More
This time last year I had just begun my Grand Adventure…my three month road trip in TOW-Wanda. It was really… Read More
Sitting in my favorite little neighborhood restaurant, listening to a little trio playing, familiar faces around the room. I’ll miss… Read More