The crisp coolness of changing winds caress each heart upon our world…
This holiday season is bright in many ways. Homes are decorated with sparkling icicles and flickering lights.
Call it getting old (or “phony”) but I’m not the fan I once was of “The Catcher in the Rye”.
For myself, big breakfasts are not a good way to start my day.
As all things seem to work themselves out in time, our perceptions of outcomes tend to become a different situation
You may have noticed that I separated those words, thanks and giving.
It is my habit to check the dogs available at our shelter on Sunday night…
I think we have all met someone and thought to ourselves, “This person has amazing self-confidence.”
Echoes remain of memories in time when wonders of life created smiles and laughter…
A whisper felt as it softly kisses the heart beneath the skin of a gentle soul