A Month of Sundays
I remember the Sundays of my growing up days… A savory Roast in the oven, the table set with all the lovely linens, cloth napkins, and fine china… we children dining in our best clothes.… Read More A Month of Sundays
I remember the Sundays of my growing up days… A savory Roast in the oven, the table set with all the lovely linens, cloth napkins, and fine china… we children dining in our best clothes.… Read More A Month of Sundays
Like the purity of a fresh blanket of snow, this color soothes the soul and seems to encourage peace and rest. … Read More The Poetry of White
We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.” … Read More In Acceptance Lies Peace
I never do well staying up late at night. Last night I was out until after 11:30 pm with some friends… Support, we call it…
At Panera Bread. It was wonderful, and although I promised myself I would leave on the dot at 9pm,
I stayed until the vacuuming was completed at the Restaurant.
… Read More The Attitude-Impaired Morning