I blame my mother. And Kevin… And perhaps I have even learned to laugh at myself a bit.
Category: stories of a beautiful life journey
The Fifty-Ninth Word
April 20, 2019 For the umteenth time, I started writing my book. Two days ago I began, my session… Read more The Fifty-Ninth Word
Liebe, Liebchen. Freizeit.
January 27, 2019 The winter romances a person. “Just for a bit, just a little,” begs January with the… Read more Liebe, Liebchen. Freizeit.
Birds of a Feather, Indeed.
Sunday, November 4, 2018 Eleven people died this week at the hands of another person who never knew… Read more Birds of a Feather, Indeed.
The Repercussion of Sarcastic Fashion
Not for even my own ego, not to show off, not to compete..Not for my parents, not for a man, and not for spite..
Abundantly Perfect, Like Bird Berries…
August 25, 2018 Handsome. Oh, that G~d had granted me a son. Solid. He stood before me with a silent… Read more Abundantly Perfect, Like Bird Berries…
Weaving Your Tapestry from Joys and Fears
And there we were, at three in the morning, dancing in the storm…running down the lane between pines, poplars and maples.
Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
Sunday, April 1, 2018 Happy Easter! During the night of the blue moon, a snowstorm whitewashed every vertical and horizontal… Read more Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
A Thoroughly Modern..Mensch.
“I walked into the courtroom with a first glance at the clock…”
Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
March 1, 2018 Majestic. The sky’s contest, a vying among the then waxing moon, the awakening buds of a virile… Read more Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
