“My Head is full of Children,” is a slogan that used to appear everywhere maybe twenty years ago. The picture that went with it was usually a multi-colored world with kids from all places popping up around it. I think that’s a good pictogram of my head.

The Terror of Spring

Sophie died last week, so in a way, this is an obit for a horse.

It's time for your adventures! Use the plane for the banner head and insert the fountain.

Finding big and small history in Italy.

Can I really think an original thought?

When you're from the city, the Call of the Wild is more like a shriek...

Every one of us has done it…gone on a trip to the beach and come home with one pocket full of shells and the other filled with sand-washed rocks – the ones that have been smoothed to silk by eons of water and grit. Don’t you just love their feel?

A map is all you need to discover your dreams and possibilities...

From the time my husband and I were blissfully happy and abysmally broke at the beginning of our marriage, we took the words from Fiddler on the Roof to heart – “God would like us to be joyful, even when our hearts lie panting on the floor!”

There is madness in the sunshine...

The Snow Day is beautiful...a beautiful disaster!

I’ve long since faced the reality that I am not the tidiest person in the world.  There are artistically scattered coffee cups, teetering stacks of unopened mail, even whole new breeds of dust bunnies.  But I recognize my affliction and bow to the professionals.

We should all be bored...