I CAN SAY NO MORE......

My Son The Triathlete

The Best Gravestone I Have Ever Encountered....

Nantucket graveyard walk. we sat for awhile on top of the dead, eating chocolate. it was weird. then it got weirder when we found THIS...

Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of..........

GOOD ADVICE ANY DAY.....

I Love Pancakes

i , lucky woman that i am, have inherited my daughters' hamster....she was missing having pets last spring at college, so she went out and got herself a teddy bear hamster....then she went on the adventure of a lifetime as a driver for Van's WARPED TOUR over the summer, so i took care of little , uh, BIG Pancakes. what can i say? it was love at first bite! now he lives with me and he is a daily reminder of what it means to just BE.....

I LOVE PANCAKES.

The Last Flower of Summer

my mother dressed my sister as "the last rose of summer" one year for halloween. sometimes i forget that part of my mother, her creativity....she did have that as part of her. i usually credit my father with giving me that gift: he played the drums, he liked poetry, especially that of alfred lord tennyson. amazing the things about mom and dad that can pierce your otherwise healed heart years after they are gone. for some reason today i am feeling the loss of them very strongly, almost a sense of sheer disbelief that they have been gone for so long, my father since 1990, my mother since 2000. my parents. hi mom, hi dad. here's the last flower of summer for you.....a lone verbascum found growing on the side of oakridge drive. it still surprises me that i even saw it; it was the end of a walk by the lake, almost dusk, but i found it...or did IT find ME? was it YOU saying hello mom? are you there dad? hello/goodbye, again.

I may be almost as happy as they are....

And so it came to pass, that America spoke and in its' speaking said, "Yes, this is what we want", and America elected its very first African American President of the United States of America.

PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA. Let the healing begin.