Connections . . .
It’s his birthday. He passed away a few weeks ago, still I peruse his Facebook page to read the birthday wishes. His childhood friends, family, and…
Photographs and memories . . .
I lift the dusty lid from the cardboard box revealing envelopes stuffed with photographs and negatives. Neatly stacked upright and mostly organized chronologically, some are marked…
Finding beauty . . .
A friend sent me a message asking if I would participate in the latest social media challenge. All I had to do was post a black…
Perspective . . .
Late Sunday morning, still in pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the sofa, looking through a dusty storage box for a photograph of my mom. I don’t…
See you in my dreams . . .
I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I don’t get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…
I can see clearly now . . .
Happy New Year Friends! It’s been a little more than five years since I created my blog. Using personal stories and photographs I opened a small…
If you can’t say something nice . . .
Have you ever run into someone you haven’t seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment?…
Keep smiling . . .
The mail store is busy and I don’t have much time. I’m hoping they have a computer that can read the contents of a CD I…
Words with Strangers . . .
Words with Strangers . . . Words with Friends is my guilty pleasure. It satisfies my psyche on so many levels. My competitive side loves to…
Watching from the bench. . .g
The pier is packed. Spectators six deep watch the finals of the Vans US Open of Surfing below. I wedge myself into the crowd trying to…
