Sometimes I find it hard to imagine that my parents had a life before me. I’m also certain that it’s hard for my children to imagine me having a life before them. On some...
I like countdowns. Especially ones that lead up to a happy event or special occasion. Like Christmas. The birth of a child. A wedding. On New Year’s Eve I like to...
I like fashion. Part of me blushes with embarrassment at confessing such a thing. For three reasons. One. It seems superficial and frivolous, especially when there are so many...
I love stray cats. I’m not talking about the feline variety, although I do like them. Nor am I talking about the band from the eighties. I like them too. The stray cats...
I like to stare out the window. It’s a relaxing and meditative diversion. Some people experience this by looking heavenward to the stars. Or by sitting in front of an...
Goodbyes can be hard for me. Especially when I’m saying them to someone I love. Then they don’t feel very good at all. But within every goodbye is the welcoming...
I miss Ma. Every day. Some days I pine for her in the deepest way. Especially at this time of year. I’d like to sit and have tea and cookies with her. Just one more...
I love treasure hunts. And finding things I thought were lost forever. There’s nothing like cleaning out a closet and finding some long forgotten gem. An old photograph. ...
The second kiss. Does anyone even remember? We don’t write love songs about the Numero Duo. No passionate odes. Or lyrical poems. Tragic melodramas. Nothing much...
I love kisses. All kinds. The sweet little girl smooches. The best friend kiss and tell. The back seat make-out medley. The peck on the cheek. The gentle ones blown...
