I was riding in an Uber in New Mexico and was struck by my drivers hands. She was about my age, straddling that line between her 40s and 50's. That age where your clothes or hair might not give away your age, but your face and hands sure do. She was listening to the local … Continue reading Hands.
My son was recently going through his "old" room, (having upgraded twice as each older sibling moved out) and found a whole bunch of his "treasures". Included in this category: a bag of broken crap collected from the street while walking home from elementary school, a chunk of concrete, stuffed animals, bouncy balls (around 100 … Continue reading Growing up.
I have few childhood memories. Peonies are one of them. We had a whole line of them down our backyard along the fence. The backyard was immense when I was a child. It took forever to get from one side to the other. I loved to walk along that long row of Peonies and smell … Continue reading Peonies.