As we seek cover, we have options: mindless congestion, rapid transportation, or wide open two-way streets.

I do not have answers. I have a lot of questions.

It only takes a spark.

We celebrate winter’s sparkling string of holidays.

My husband woke me up to the news that we had a blanket of white snow on the ground. “Here is the plan.” he told me. This morning we get our tree.

We walk many paths but we can achieve much together. Imagine voices raised… not in anger but in song…and never despair.

Self care sends me in search of aromatic home remedies followed by a fine dinner at the Winds Cafe.

Whose teachings do we take to heart in this country? My grandfather’s or my great grandfather’s?

We have more than one brain. And getting them to work together is not always easy.

Why do we call them smart devices when they dumbly disrupt our sleep?