While threading the needle to sew Sacha's worn jeans I asked Annie if she had any tender memories of living during World War II? If there was any light in that dark passage. Anything that reminded her of beauty…

Over and over he plays Sometimes he gets it other times he guesses again. He plays, he tries, and he is happy learning on his Mother’s knee.

Holding on to this delight while he propels me forward to seeing the world through his eyes.  

  Thank you for the many messages on my blog, email, and FB. I appreciate your opinions, your encouraging me to do what I feel and yet understanding my stance without having to spell it out. I am thinking and…

“You listen not for the purpose of judging, criticizing or analyzing. You listen only to help the other person to express himself and find some relief from his suffering.”  

Over the years that I have been blogging, I have purposefully made an effort not to engage in politics on my blog and for that matter anywhere on my social media accounts. With the outbreak of COVID-19, my being in…