The girl who usually writes this blog is at her nephew’s baptism. She asked me, Mademoiselle Flirt, if I’d mind to write for her blog today? "Sure no problem, go-go-get, shoo-shoo, I’ve…

                       Introducing, "Wonder Boy!" My youngest brother's and sister-in-law's newborn baby. Yesterday I held him from sunrise to sunset. Three things I know to be true: 1) You can't spoil a baby. 2)…

                Down the lane we followed the blue sky with its white cotton candy clouds.                 My Dad said, "Hop in! Let’s go for a drive." He drove his pick-up…

The secluded path on campus, near the creek, was dark that February afternoon. The recent storm was on its way North. I caught a glimpse of her eyes among the Sycamores. Moving closer I wanted to know what had happened…

                 The voice of compassion speaks from a wounded heart. The heart that knows the price of love. The one that understands that love does not need to be perfect to be real. The art…

                      My brother's four-year-old daughter was playing by his side while he was tinkering in his shop. At one point he accidentally dropped something on his finger. He bites his tongue trying not…