A Cure for the Blues

The music began to play, Today, Santana was my choice. Oh, that wondrous Latin beat Caused me to abandon my poise. I threw my head back and laughed, My feet moved of their own accord. And as I shook my money maker, My joy in just being alive soared. Music connects us the universe, Reminding... Continue Reading →

Short Legs Don’t Need Extra Room

We are in California to visit with Douglas's 93-year-old mother and for him to attend his 50th high school reunion. As the unofficial secretary in this duo, I made the travel arrangements. I always, where possible, ask for an aisle seat, even when I traveled alone. My frequent-flyer program automatically assigns me the aisle seat... Continue Reading →

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