Destinations
Postcard #5 from Costa Rica: Jardín de Orquídeas de Monteverde
It happened February 17, the single day—the only day this year it will occur. Fortuitous timing of a singular marvel.
April 5, 2020
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It happened February 17, the single day—the only day this year it will occur. Fortuitous timing of a singular marvel.
We’ve all seen our share of profound art. But being in a cave in semi-darkness among drawings created 24,000 years ago, astonished our perception of time and human achievement.
If our marriage lasts, we’ll celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary next Friday!
On Friday afternoon, we got the call. A week later, I locked the door on an almost-empty house. Imagine that like my mother, you’re eighty-nine years old. You’re moving into a single room in a personal care home in less than a week. Look around. What possessions would you take
Happy New Year! On this first day of 2023, let others pen New Year’s resolutions. Why bother when stats show that by Valentine’s Day, 80% of us will have broken them. (All I can say is dice regrets, add small joys, find a substitute for guilt, forego kneading, top with gin,
The Florescence of Peonies A coral bud, hard, petals tightly wound ’round your heart the day we brought you home. Look at you now! Poised, beauty and wisdom in winsome ruffles of apricot. And tomorrow? Pale, colour and scent evanescent in the dusk of your life. Grandma, long passed. Still,