Grain, Pain, and Smiling in the Rain

What’s on my mind? Sitting in my office attempting “quiet time”, my philodendron caught my eye. Morning skies dark and bleak gave ...

"Where have all the flowers gone?" Nah. Coming up with some pithy quote to excuse away the months that have passed. Empty. Days. W...

So my cookies are messed up and it took me best part of an hour to get this far. I am not even sure if I can publish. The new computer has n...

Its quiet.  I'm alone. Dishwasher is running. Washing machine is running. I brushed the crumbs off the counters; floors always need ...

So, almost eleven months since I put any words in print. Print that I saved or shared. Bravely I sit on my front porch staring out at the v...

My handsome son dressed to the nines.   Home from college he escorts a dear friend to the Snowball soirée.  Friday was yesterday  and tonigh...

I cannot believe I found my blog. All. By. Myself.  I have had so much to say.  and no where to record it. Real question is, can I find m...