Twice a week my son Sacha rides like the wind on his BMX bike. The hills are steep and many. He loves it. He doesn’t mind the bumps, scratches and bruises. He is young and doesn’t yet know fear as…

Photo: French vintage scrapbook. The little girl exclaims, "Poor little bees!" Well I’ll "BEE" darn this is a very hard crowd to sting! Marita guessed it within minutes, and many of you followed suit with the right answer. Marita said,…

                   It has been awhile since I have had a guessing game on my blog. Yesterday, Shannon put the bee in my bonnet, in her comment to my post about: Bubba, Bip, Billy Bob…

                The band members didn’t notice each other’s odd habits anymore. It didn’t matter that the twins, Bubba and Bip, hid behind things while playing their instruments. It didn’t matter that Bubba wore yellow socks,…

Actions speak louder than words… being by someone’s side, as they untie the knots that have gathered, can be what is needed most. Like a gentle hand on a shoulder. photo: Antique medallion on a pink ribbon. May you be…

                   The details of daily life are asking me to dance to the tune of rock and roll. The stack of laundry waves at me, while emails, comments and messages shout out my name.…