I love the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. I think I’ve written about this before. What a gift, to be given the opportunity of knowing for absolute sure that you made a difference. That you mattered. That your life counted for something. Continue reading “Going to Hell in a Hand Basket”
My daughter isn’t in any hurry to have a ‘real’ job. She’s not in a hurry to join the workforce; to make a name for herself; to carve out a niche in the world. To be a grownup. Continue reading “My Daughter Isn’t Ready to be a Grown-Up”
I am not your typical woman. I don’t enjoy shopping for things like clothes, and make-up and cushions for my couch. Continue reading “I Don’t Like Shopping (Part One: The Purse)”
“Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything”
Gerry Raferty, Baker Street
WEDNESDAY'S CHILD 