No Man Is An Island

Growing up in the ‘60’s, I’m a flower child.  I wore the bell bottomed, hip hugging pants, ironed my long hair after washing it in various things that was supposed to make it shine.  I was also influenced by the music culture of the day, especially the folk music of…

Read more

Breathe

There is a mass of confusion at my house right now.  I have boxes piled high, cupboards emptied and decorations wrapped up like presents. It is a challenge to find anything that I’m looking for as I make my way through the maze of chaos which currently represents my home. I…

Read more



The Father Knows Best

I’m sitting in the Houston airport waiting for my flight to Calgary. Six days visiting friends in beautiful Alberta, Canada lie ahead. These visits are a bit like going home. My family and I lived in a small town outside of Calgary from 1998 to 2004 for my husband’s job.…

Read more