Driving from my childhood home to the hospital takes about 4O minutes. Some say they can do the drive in 3O minutes but I haven't mastered that kind of record since I was in my 2Os. The ride is pure…

                Taking a button she crocheted around it in blue and added a tiny gold bird… then she tossed it into the button jar and left it up in the attic. As she walked down…

My Mother’s garden allows one to breath in and feel the certainty of its roots. It doesn’t pretend to be pretty only in springtime. No no no, instead it shows its beauty in each season. A wise lady my Mother…

It seems to me there is love thick enough to cut these days. I think the angels are working over time… angels overhead, angels in the corner, angels at our side, angels upstairs and downstairs. Love abound, scooping us up…

My Mother loves to bake, it is one of the things she does best. As far back as I can remember the kitchen counter had a plate or two of cookies on it. When I recall my childhood home a…

Over six million people cannot be wrong. A sweet infectious laughter is spreading around the world. Take a bite here. ———————————- Photos: My nephew who was a newborn last summer.