Thanksgiving Laments

The other night my family attended the Scottish Caledonian Ball. Although my family cleaned up well for the occasion, I still felt a bit like Cinderella as we rubbed shoulders with dignitaries, and people out of my league. Also, because we rushed out of the party before the clock struck midnight avoiding our kids turning into pumpkins.Continue reading

When News Hurts

It was a Friday night when the half moon was a freakishly strange auburn. It was set against a sky of a zillion twinkly lights. As I looked on, it seemed lonely as it was separated from the rest as if to predict a bad omen.Continue reading