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...
When we cram more living into life

When we cram more living into life

My husband Roger had plenty of warning. He saw how much stuff I brought home from my college dorm, as pictured. He saw it on weekends when he’d drive to my tight but semi-orderly University of Evansville campus dorm from his noisy, stinky all-male domain at Rose...