Love isn’t a noun

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”

A Window Visit

It was the peek of the pandemic and we were all quarantine. The city was empty. There were no cars on the streets, no rush hour, restaurants were closed or pick up. Movie theaters we dark not a person insight. We became shuts in. What was novel at first became frightening. The news channels andContinue reading “A Window Visit”

Needles, thread and a deadly war.

A muse … I have been thinking about my Grandfather this week. He is my Dad’s father. He barely spoke English often switching to Italian in the middle of a sentence. Always had pay close attention to his rapid Italian speech. He was born in 1902 in Calabria Italy and came to America through EllisContinue reading “Needles, thread and a deadly war.”

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. “

Begining and the end

Fall has arrived in Wisconsin. Thank you God for the crisp air, the harvest and the rain that nourishes the earth you created. This has been a rich week, full of your grace in all parts of my life. Thank you for Jill, Father and the healing she brings into my life. Let your willContinue reading “Begining and the end”

The Oak Tree

A friend sent me this poem which spoke to my heart. Thank you Elaine Bloom. Your gift is finding the most healing words that shines brightness to help us find hope. The Oak Tree by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr.   A mighty wind blew night and day. It stole the Oak Tree’s leaves away. ThenContinue reading “The Oak Tree”