Only one week until Elizabeth and I fly off for our long hoped for, and finally happening, trip to England. I say “long hoped for” because we wanted to make this trip, hoped to make this trip, years and years ago, back in the nineties. But something always got in the way. And now, just …
One of my long-time fashion philosophies is that I buy what I love. I don’t mind spending extra for something perfect, something that makes me sigh when I put it on, as I said about this burgundy sweater in a post recently. But spending more on a special item means that I don’t buy many …
A boy and his dog and his birthday cake. May 1948 ****************************************************************** “This Was My Brother” ********** by Mona Gould ************* This was my brother At Dieppe Quietly a hero Who gave his life Like a gift, Withholding nothing, His youth…his love… His enjoyment of being alive… His future, like a book With half the …
This post is for serious book aversion sufferers. Like me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not suffering from a serious aversion to books. But from an aversion to serious books, if you follow me. I simply can’t settle into reading anything that mires me in apparently insoluble problems. Or awakens feelings and fears that I thought …
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