Cutting the cord

Last evening, we enjoyed wine in the whimsy and garden of a long-time friend. ¬†The Spring breeze skipped off of the ponds and cooled our conversation. Among three friends with shared history, words are unvarnished and sometimes sting like a shot of penicillin to a diseased body. I spent the night curled on the couch … More Cutting the cord

When all is lost

You’ve read about the wildfires in Kansas and Oklahoma which left scorches upon the earth so vast they are visible¬†from space. Last night, the fires drew closer to home and smoke filled the Hobbit House. My eyes filled with smoke then tears. I was one of the lucky ones. One cycle around the sun is … More When all is lost