Fifty-seven years-old…yikes, when did that happen? Of course, that can only mean one thing (and yup, I know, I’m old); it’s been forty years since I was a senior in high school. It’s also been forty years since my classmates were seniors in high school, and again, that can only mean one thing: reunion time.…… Continue reading Friends for life
Be kind in the presence of fear
She sat quietly on the cool concrete bench; her hands folded on her lap. The snow fell playfully, grazing the lenses of her glasses. The apple tree branches, freshly dusted with snow, stood protectively to the front and side. The air was cool. A cardinal pair lit upon a branch. The male so boisterously red…… Continue reading Quite A Pair
I was about eight years old and my younger sister around three when we were frozen in time on an old wooden bench on a cool summer’s day in 1972. Undoubtedly we had just been running up and down the silvery planks of the boardwalk just moments before this photo was taken. Mom or Dad must have called our names, “Kathy, Lynda, . . ., look…… Continue reading Frozen in time
Pretty Mama Cares 