And the Bead Goes On
The day is crisp as a good croissant, the river wider and deep enough to drown the skyline, the barges… read more
The day is crisp as a good croissant, the river wider and deep enough to drown the skyline, the barges… read more
I almost cried “Uncle” yesterday. And I never had an uncle, or aunt for that matter. It was a rough… read more
As I rustled through old papers and memories (an organization surge prior to going back in to out-patient surgery to… read more
How can I feel so energized and fit when my body has been jogging with cancer in my breast?It’s like… read more
Venus of Wellindorf is not beautiful. She is a rock. She’s been around a long time. She is an iconic… read more
Super Tuesday eve lit up with tomentous storms – clouds of every shade of gray, every tempting depth passing each… read more
Now I know why they tell you not to drive for a few days after a breast cancer operation.The dang… read more
I’m alive, nourished by prayer and a gentle surgeon’s hands. The day began before dawn in the rain. Dramas in… read more
Flying into Memphis last night the city lit up in bright Tennessee orange as the M bridge pointed the way… read more
They call it Spa Brain. It’s hard to get outside your self after being so into yourself trying to improve… read more