For the Love of Pete

Happy Monday, dear readers!  I hope everyone had a great weekend! As another week gets underway, I’ve got an announcement to make!  I’ve m...

A length of antique satin, snipped from the bolt, i s fastened in slithering folds around fiberglass-p ins gliding easily into visions of ...

Her voice.  Still the sweetest music I’ve heard in more than 17 years.  She’s holding an open catalog, pointing to an item on the page.  “I...

I won’t deny that sometimes I have the sense of humor of a five year old.  I thought this “Hose Water” water bottle was extremely funny, bo...

Like a glass of water tipped into the ocean vanishes, our youthful shoulders touch only for a moment.  A masquerade of closeness. The gol...

Edith felt like singing.  It was good to be home, she rejoiced.  Safe in the bosom of her tiny apartment.  After the events of the evening,...

Once upon a time, I lived with Helen, my grandmother.  She liked to tell stories, especially when we were gathered around the dining room t...