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...
I can feel it. Spring is definitely in the air. But even better, summer is just around the corner. And with that notion comes all the paraphernalia of summer. Lighter...
I love fabric. Everything about it. The look. The feel. The smell. Nothing puts me in a bright-hearted mood like walking the labyrinth aisles of a fabric store. There’s just...
I love shoes. There’s nothing like a new pair to hearten the soul. And the soles. Snazzy sneakers for Saturday morning strolls with the dogs. Dependable running shoes for...
I like brown rice. But I didn’t always. It wasn’t exactly an everyday staple in our family when I was growing up. We mostly ate other starches like potatoes and...
I’m a morning person. I get up early while my family remains nestled all snug in their warm comfy beds. This does not mean they are sleepyheads. Or lazybones. It’s just that...
I like my garden. And I like to hang out in it. I like all the flowers and trees. The blueberry bushes, mauve lilacs and sundry shrubs with no names. The bird houses...
