At the end of my life

It is funny how some of our traditions in cultures make no sense in the context of others. When we celebrate accomplishments, proclaim our love or success we typically do this as publicly as possible. We buy a cap and gown for a commencement  to walk across the stage to declare our brilliance. We spendContinue reading “At the end of my life”

Jazz inthe Driveway…

This story comes at the close of summer. The last couple summers have not been the same at our home. I have not been able to pinpoint the issue until this year. One of may favorite neighbors James passed after a battle with the Big C. Jim was the best neighbor. The day I metContinue reading “Jazz inthe Driveway…”