Shall We Dance?

I’m unquestionably delighted that I can still turn a young man’s head at my ripe old age of, well, never mind the exact number… However, when a lad, of about eleven-teen, leans close in line at the grocery store and smells my hair, flattered turns to heebie-jeebie both swiftly and wholly.

Chores & Change

Its full-on autumn here; crisp, frosted mornings and golden afternoons are the current glory. Leaves in an unbelievable riot of color dress the trees in the season’s evening wear, before leaping from the branches and soaring on the wind like faux, jewel colored birds. The magnificent scent of a New England fall is poignantly nostalgic, … More Chores & Change