Happy Birthday Mother My plans for March 9th are to visit an orchid show, my Mother’s favorite flowers, which I love; and yes, eat fried chicken, that I do not so much care about, but that she loved. One of the things I decided a few years ago, was that instead of spending my Mother’s…
A Perfect Sunset I am not sure that a perfect sunset can be enhanced; but I must say the pelican in flight does help create an even more perfect View From the Road.
“The Proof of the Pudding is in the Eating” Have you notice that it does not matter which words are spoken if they are unaccompanied by actions? If you are told that you have won a million dollars, but never receive a dime, the words are meaningless, it is the same with being told that…
Record, Remember, and Relive Write it downYesThe good and the not so goodThe moments you believe you will want to treasureAnd those you wish had not been as they wereOne dayMaybe sooner than you might imagineIt will matter that you are the one that recorded your storyYou will want to rememberYesThe good and the not…
Eloise I must admit that I felt more than a little bit mischievous, the first time I decided to go into the Plaza Hotel, in New York City, in search of Eloise. Eloise is the central character of a children’s book written by Kay Thomspson and illustrated by Hilary Knight. The initial story is set…
To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Love of Winter by George Wesley Bellows Okay, I am never going to love winter, but I do love this painting by George Wesley Bellows, who was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio. I…
Broken Beauty Can there be beauty in brokenness? I believe there can be and is; and I also believe that beauty is not just in the eye of the beholder. When I bought this orchid, the stem was not bent; though a bent stem would not have been enough of an issue to disqualify the…
While driving into New York City, I noticed how lite the traffic was, for no apparent reason; nevertheless, I was not prepared to see this View, of Time Square, from our hotel window. I cannot remember ever having seen the City’s streets so empty. Thankfully, by morning, she was awake and back to brimming with…
Poder Sobre Satana Y Los Demonios Continuing to share my Mother’s work: Page 1 Page 2 Page 3
Family Values As a child I was never read fairy tales Or Little Golden Books The stories I heard Were mostly illustrated with flannelgraphs In Sunday school classrooms And to this day I believe every word to be true Yet Despite that belief I keep expecting something other than Cain and Able Why I do…
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