This is my amaryllis on the morning after Christmas. (I missed my guess by one day, but to an optimist like me, what’s one day?.) On the evening of the day after Christmas, one of the…
This is my amaryllis on the morning after Christmas. (I missed my guess by one day, but to an optimist like me, what’s one day?.) On the evening of the day after Christmas, one of the…
Charlie Brown had his pitiful little Christmas tree. I have my two somewhat lumpy Amaryllis bulbs. At Thanksgiving, I love to start an Amaryllis bulb to have a glorious red flower for Christmas. This year, the bulbs are strong and…
At one time in my misspent youth, I collected turtles. Big ones, small ones, other sized ones. Why would I collect turtles, you might ask and that would be appropriate. I’ve asked myself that same question. Why turtles? They’re awkward,…
My sister-in-law, Carmen, left us a year ago in early September. The timing of her departure coming as it did in early autumn was in keeping with her life. For the previous twenty-six years, following the death of…
I don’t know about you and your writing space. I have all manner of mantras, epigrams, inspirational phrases and sayings covering the walls of my office. Some of them, like good friends, have helped me over rough times when…