Shot in the City

I’m not a city girl… I am a sit-at-the-edge-of-a-river girl… a shut up be quiet please so I can hear myself think girl… and yet every Saturday, dear hubby wants to venture into Manhattan to attend Practical Philosophy. I love


Mrs. Capotosto

It takes a village to raise a family. Isn’t that how the saying goes? Those nostalgic days of yesteryear. When neighbors were neighbors – not just people that existed in nearby houses. I remember when all the children in my


Mourning has come…

Alex and Rabea were sitting in the backyard – the two of them in my lounge chair for one 😉 – cloud gazing, when they noticed the forked branches towering above had ‘grown’ hair… {insert quizzical look} …the hair was moving,