commentary

The Messenger

Intermittent rain drops fell, and where winter’s thick white blanket once covered the ground, wilted dull blades of grass withstood the poking and prodding of spastic squirrels searching for buried treasure. The garden beds were littered with discarded and decaying branches. Scattered rusted relics, once supple and green, gathered in and around stubborn skeletal stalks of perennial plants, providing complimentary insulation through the cold winter months. The only… Continue reading The Messenger

experiences

Breakfast Bond

~ “Right time right place” ~ “Meant to be” ~ “Divine intervention”~ “Coincidence” ~ No matter how you slice it…sometimes, things just line up perfectly. My husband and I frequent an eclectic restaurant for breakfast every weekend called “The Friendly Toast,” located in downtown Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It’s our go-to-spot located 30 minutes to our north. It is, by… Continue reading Breakfast Bond