— George Orwell

I’m not quite sure if we’ve been given a blessing or not.  We moved 4 weeks ago and within a few days of moving, I noticed Borgia wasn’t right.  She would walk into the backyard and stand there.  It was… Continue reading

I’ve lived most of my adult life alone except for a well tempered cat and two lovable dogs.  I don’t really know why that is as I think I am pretty easy to get along with.   Be that as it… Continue reading

I might be an egomaniac but I like the way my brain works – I always have.  I like the way it races from one idea to the other in less than a second.  I like the way I can… Continue reading

JeanPaul wouldn’t have done it a few years ago – before Italy, before Egypt.  Although it wasn’t without a little grumble, he threw on his winter coat and came for a walk with me.  I was in search of last… Continue reading

But not quite.  In fact, Nancy and I have always been completely different in looks and personality.   Our differences never changed but as we have gotten older, we’ve learned to appreciate the differences – rely on them, really.   We have… Continue reading

I was 19 years old when I met my best friend, George.  I had signed up for a day trip to New York City to visit the Metropolitan Museum.  I was sitting next to the window when a young man… Continue reading

It is really a lot of fun having friends back on the dating market.  I get to stand back, advise, watch, advise…  A few weeks ago JeanPaul invited some of the single men from work to a singles dance in… Continue reading

Storms, whether rain or snow seem to vibrate inside me.  They make creative juices flow and I find myself huddled at home cooking or creating whenever the weather is tumultuous.  Today was no exception.  Wind howled, snow swirled.  I cooked.   … Continue reading

I recently attended my 30 year high school reunion.  I know!   Actually, I didn’t like high school.  To me, it was a weigh station on my way to college.   Something you had to go through, get through.   During a conversation… Continue reading

This past October, we walked the streets of Naples looking for a specific pizza place.  I held tightly to my map, but as we all know maps become useless when there aren’t any street signs.   I had a bird’s eye… Continue reading