Our sweet Barrett. An original oil on canvas painted by my husband Daniel. If you haven’t meet our middle son Barrett. This is Barrett’s heart it’s so tender, sweet and loving. He is like his Dad in that way. A special little boy who is filled with emotions, intellect and analytics from the minute hisContinue reading “Love isn’t a noun”
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I will remember, Dad, promise.
I have been thinking about my Father the last few days. I was thinking about him when I was growing up, throughout my life and remembering him at the end of his life. He was a character without-a-doubt, complete with a sassy sense of humor. He was born in Bridgeport CT, on February 26, 1929.Continue reading “I will remember, Dad, promise. “
At the Table
Sundays are becoming my new favorite day of the week. I was at a seminar this week listening to a speaker who was talking of leaders caring for their soul. We all have people we take care in our life. We all lead in someway caring for someone in our life, whether you are health professional, aContinue reading “At the Table”
The PEA by Joshua
The PEA Once upon a time, There was a handsome pea, which is me, and I lived in the royal refrigerator, but it smells, because in the royal refrigerator there are leftovers from the nineteen hundreds. The good part is that there in a cool breeze. Wait!, i think I hear footsteps. On My Gosh,Continue reading “The PEA by Joshua”
Solstice Sun
Today as I was driving listening to my new playlist with the skylight open on my Jeep, I couldn’t help but focus on the smell of summer air. I was at the stop sign where the smell of fresh-cut grass filled my senses. When I passed the city scape of buildings just right, the sunContinue reading “Solstice Sun”
Memories of the Salerno Cookie
The other day when I was at the grocery store there was box of cookies starring me in the face. Usually not interested in the store box cookie, this blue box had a magnetic draw to the cart. It was impossible to determine the cause, so it was simply checked out with the rest ofContinue reading “Memories of the Salerno Cookie”
My sister is a nurse
Understanding this story is quite simple, but you would need to have a sister who was a nurse, know a nurse or work with a nurse to fully get this experience. It appears to have all started in 1968 when I became her science project. I was searching though a box of pictures of myContinue reading “My sister is a nurse”
Up and away–photo journal
Since I was a young boy I had a fascination with the sky. I loved to lay in the grass and watch the deep blue sky. Feeling the damp green grass on my back and the hot, warm sun beating on my face and chest warmed my space. The sky seemed to journey on foreverContinue reading “Up and away–photo journal”
TEMENOS CIRCLE 