Merry Christmas!

Sitting at my computer this morning, the house is waking up.  Shane is wondering around the dining room area.  Suddenly, I hear  “O Holy Night.”   The voice I hear is beautiful.  Goose pimple beautiful.  Josh Groban, or Andrea Bocelli  beautiful. “What is that?”   I ask It’s this...

Ordinary Days

It was an ordinary day filled with the ordinary activities of a family surviving a swelling August day.  If allowed, the cries of boredom are almost as satisfying to my mother ears as the cries of “are we there yet?” The overwhelming humidity strangles those within reach and the...