Stupid Cupid, you’re a real mean guy. I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly. It’s best to click on those lyrics and listen to Connie Francis from way back in ’58 as you read this posting. Many of you weren’t born in 1958 and this may be an eye-opener to the way […]

A Place Called Home
Houses can be bought and sold, but homes cannot. Perhaps a home is no more than a few square feet of floor space but to someone, it may be home. Old houses, large houses, tiny houses and tumble-down houses have histories. As I pass them by, I wonder if love lived within their walls. […]
Sisters Are Forever
When the jonquils bloom in the spring, I think of her–my sister Helen. Maybe it’s because of her March birthday, maybe it’s because those first flowers are so welcome after winter and are such a cheerful sight. My sister was a cheerful, upbeat, lovely person. Some people make the world a better place simply by being. […]




