Three months, fifteen pounds, blowing bubbles and smiling We (my son who is home for two weeks – hurrah, and I) were talking this morning as we walked, about the jolt that triggers a forgotten memory. The jolt might be a fragrance, the sight of something, or someone mentioning a long lost event. I wish … More The Dervish is Still Whirling
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present. That’s why they call it a gift.” Thursday morning I had to leave the house early, but didn’t have to be to work for another hour. No problem guessing where I could be found with that little extra bit of free time… Humboldt Cafe, … More Today is a gift….