Changing seasons

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, Summer is an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of all of them.” Stanley Horowitz I love fall. I am that obnoxious person who puts up fall decorations on September 1st. I have always loved fall since I was a child....

Home

Home- noun  A place of residence or refuge, the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered; a dwelling place or retreat. Home sweet home. It’s where your heart is. Coming home, pulling into our driveway, seeing a light on in the kitchen, our...

Roots of my raising

I was on my way to work early this morning, listing to old country music station. A song came on that I haven’t heard in years. It was “The roots of my raising” by Merle Haggard from 1976. In 1976, I was graduating from high school and listening to...

Sixty

My 60th birthday is coming up rapidly. I remember when my grandmother turned 60. I thought she was so old! Even though she was a very vibrant red head with red lipstick and sassy attitude. I t seems like I just turned around, and I am hitting 60. I think it is the...