When you grow up in an area with four seasons, as I did, there are things you expect to do at certain times of the year. When I was a child, summers meant a couple of weeks camping in Northern Ontario among the lush forests and Canadian Shield rocks and lakes. All our Halloween costumes were loose …
Real Home Sense
Crazy
I hadn’t decided if I’d lost my mind. I needed time to determine that and so far, there hadn’t been any. I left Richmond, Virginia, on Thanksgiving and was officially addressless. And single. At 51. Now I was driving south to the Florida Panhandle with visions of sitting on the beach trying to …
Fresh Squeezed Love
During my drive south, I passed a family on the side of the road. Their car was pulled over, doors wide open to a fallowed field where it's previous inhabitants were dancing, jumping, and waving their arms. Dad was looking on with a face that radiated happiness at the pure joy he was seeing through …
