The child, the man, the boy at heart

The child, the man, the boy at heart

My husband Roger has been driving me a bit batty for the last year as he seemed to talk non-stop about turning a landmark age … gonna do this, need to do that … Unfortunately, that birthday had a shitty start because of ME. I didn’t say things the right way....
The beauty of imperfection

The beauty of imperfection

Awaking after another Technicolor dream, I walked to the living room this morning and plugged in a little purple tree, fresh from basement storage. Only one side of lights came on and looked more red than purple.   But it suddenly didn’t matter. Gabriel and...