All my life, I’ve had to “keep the faith” that things would work out. And→
Sometimes I imagine I am one of those Russian nesting dolls, a doll within dolls.→
There is a “place” called “nowhere”. Some call it “limbo”…between here and there. Between good→
“This was written when the kids were young, a sort of therapeutic activity. It was→
Do you remember the Walton’s on TV? They had 3 generations living together in their→
In this country, the reality I grew up with was the ‘search for eternal bliss’,→
I was born. I lived. I died. I was just 3 ½, a few months→
I have received so many responses from people who want to blog, asking me how→
When my mother was a young girl, living in a small town of Bath, NY,→
It’s Thanksgiving, 2016…and I am SO thankful for SO much. One of the activities I→