Something strange happened this week. I posted an album of vintage dog photos on Facebook, which I admit is not that unusual on its face. But one of the comments about the photos...
Sometimes I want to weep Cry my heart out For the little Girl child Living inside This old woman. Moon-faced Sorrow-full eyes Bowl-shaped hair Self-effacing smile. I want to Take...
I’ve been on the hunt for four-leaf clovers for years. Going back to when I was a kid growing up at 204, throughout all the various phases, ages and stages of my peculiar life,...
I have many fond memories of Christmas. The wonder years at 204 waiting for Santa’s arrival. Shaking the merrily wrapped boxes adorned with bright ribbons and bows. Guessing...
