Monday, May 7, 2018

The beginning is always today.  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley The sweetness of the pre-dawn morning gently ushers in the day and the week. It’s quiet, but for the regular breathing of Gerry next to me, Maya snoring softly at the end of the bed, and the distant sound of road noise through the open window. Through

Monday, April 16, 2018

Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts. Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle So gradual is the

Our Homes

I'm thinking of my daughter-in-love today. Over the weekend she, her hubby, and two beautiful children, moved out of the house they've called home for over six years. It was, predictably, bittersweet. While she looks forward with anticipation toward the new home they are building, the precious memories associated with the home they are leaving