Oct 31
I have enough romance and imagination in me to almost believe that a wish could be attached to a coin. Enough so that it would be hard for me to put that coin into a soda machine, for example. I could do it if I had to…but that coin would haunt me. continue reading…
Oct 28
Last week, my Dad threatened promised to tell us some stories from his youth, ostensibly in an effort to help other people raise better kids than his. I sure hope that works out for everyone.
In case you missed it, here is a defense disclaimer comment my dad wrote about his post last week:
This blog stuff is Michelle’s thing and I didn’t really want to do any commenting, but did you guys hear what Michelle wrote? She acts like she didn’t ask me to write this junk down. She did so. continue reading…
Oct 24
What good are dreams, hopes, ambitions…our big ideas for life…if we don’t use them up? When I think of all the plans I never followed, the dreams I never pursued, the chocolate palaces I never took a bite out of… continue reading…
I'm a writer, photographer, sometime poet and philosopher, who is finding out who she was meant to be. I think. Oh, dear...
