Some folks start their day by watching “Good Morning America” or one of the other talk/news shows.
I never realized that I liked bad boys, but I’ve discovered that in my old age I’m attracted to a couple of swashbuckling cats.
This Thanksgiving season I reread the words of the song Thankful by Carole Bayer Sager and made popular by Josh Groban.
Fifteen years ago I submitted my first Musing to the North Creek paper.
Summer may be drawing to a close, but my butterfly bush doesn’t know it.
The Dog Days of Summer
It is human nature to think that the grass is greener on the other side … of the fence … of the country … of the Pond.
For Mother’s Day my family gave me a plaque showing the Nickerson Family Tree, est. 1960.
I’m a bridge player and, as such, my partner and I are sometimes “vulnerable.”
This month I’ve been thinking about Personification, Glorification and Euphemisms. Now that’s a mouthful!
I have a decorative slate with the words, “Let it Snow.”
I grew up believing that it was good to be “in the box.”
I’m not a control freak, but I do like to know where I’m going.