Where We Live

Where We Live

It occurred to me recently that we all live on one small blue marble traveling through the space of the universe. Some days I forget that fact and think I’m just located in Prairie Village Kansas. Not! Who was the writer a few years ago who explained our impact...

Life is an Ongoing Journey

I sit at 31,000 ft. looking out the window of a Boeing 737 aircraft. All I see are wisps of white cloud patches miles below me. Their scalloped puffy surfaces look like welcome mats to bounce across. We’re flying home after two weeks of watching a perpetually changing...

Sixty-Nine Years of Memories

Smokey Mountain fall foliage drenched our honeymoon with stunning colors sixty-four years ago. Yesterday, baffling images swirled around me as I celebrated this  anniversary without my partner. Five years of dates before uttering those famous words, “I do”...