A Dreambook Of Spring Things

That day the rain just kept coming down, and down, and for a brief few hours we had a reprieve from the long bitter cold grip we had been in, as the thermometer rose up to places it hadn’t been since fall, some danced barefoot on the sidewalks (ok, maybe just Jane), washing away all the dirty snow, and there in my mailbox I spied … Continue reading A Dreambook Of Spring Things

Winter Cowers Me

In these last few years Mom, I have learned a lot about myself. I discovered I fiddle with things when I’m stressed about something; Tim pointed that out, repeatedly. I have learned that I am faithful, patient, kind, forgiving, and sometimes I’m sad. Or maybe its just this damn time of year. Seems though all the bad shit happens in Fall, then you have the … Continue reading Winter Cowers Me