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