The perspective from here is so much different. If you aren’t here yet, I can only say that I will nod my head knowingly when you come to this phase of realization; and if you are here, I am smiling with the knowing that we have this common understanding.
I am a 65-year old, white, straight, post-menopausal, single, retired woman who was brought up in upper middle class America, …
Back in the last half of the 1980’s and in to the 1990’s, there was a television show called “The …
I haven’t posted photographs on this blog before; I save what photographic talent I have for my other blog, ScottishHeart.net …
When I was living in Winnipeg in the early 1970’s, and friend and I decided we would get out of …
I was born in 1951. I have lived through some very upsetting times in America. Times when political leaders allowed …
I just saw that today, August 12th, is “National Middle Child Day”—at last one of those “we need to create …
Winter Break, 1999: …and after we went to Mexico for a few days with some friends, he went to do …
Today is the anniversary of my father’s birthday. He passed away six years ago next month, just a few weeks …
The car temperature gauge said 53 degrees, but in my little alcove up against the sandstone cliffs I feel warm …
