He enters the ring every Wednesday night, whether he is feeling like it or not. The kiddies especially are looking for "Big Tony" to put up a good "fight," and he is paid to see that they are fully entertained. I cringe when I see him heading for the ring, sending up prayers of God's... Continue Reading →
Douglas is in the Blue Zone, and I’m in the Trash Zone
My husband has become nearly obsessed with "Blue Zone" living, after seeing so much written about it while in Spain. He has taken to eating healthy like a duck takes to water. I must give him credit for his ability to stick with a new method of eating, and he has lost about 15 pounds.... Continue Reading →
Mama, Who Were You?
Everything my mother told me about herself has turned out to be a lie! From her maiden name to where she was born to her relationships with the woman who raised her, all of it false. I am so saddened to know that I don't know anything about the woman who gave me life. She... Continue Reading →
Thursday Doors Challenge a Day Late
I saw so many beautiful doors on apartments and  churches while traveling in Spain, and I remembered the door challenge. Here are a few of them. There were studded doors. There were a garage door that was simply beautiful. I couldn't speak the language but I knew not to park there.... Continue Reading →
Craving One More Glimpse of the Ocean
I think that of all that I crave to see again from our trips to Portugal and Spain, it is the ocean and the sea that I miss most. They changed colors according to the sky above in a dance as old as the earth itself. It was as if I see God in the... Continue Reading →
You Never Know Who Might Save your Life: Wordle #211
I wrote this for the other blog, The Humble Word Nerd, but I wanted to share it on this blog. When I see so much incivility and ugliness among people in restaurants and on buses and in airports, I wonder if the same people one insults today may not be the person you need in... Continue Reading →
The Joy of a Handmade Gift
With all the Black Friday sales and Cyber Monday hype, last Saturday on my 67th birthday, I discovered all over again the joy of a handmade gift. Douglas' daughter had her three children make "Nana Gina" birthday cards while I was at my daughter's house. When I returned to their home to spend the last... Continue Reading →
Backwards is Like Not Moving At All
For the first time in 50 years, I am afraid of being a black person in America! After Dr. King was murdered, I worried about being killed because someone who had never met me felt that I did not belong in the country that I love. I remember quite vividly when a black male and... Continue Reading →
