“Small lights start to form. It gets bigger and bigger. So blinding! Home.”
The other day I received a note from Mary Don. Mary Don met her husband when they both worked for my husband, Michael, at a consulting…
When my son Jet was a toddler, he was terrified of Santa Clause. He was not a fan of the Easter Bunny (the oversized ones at the mall)…
That time of year is here again, the holly, jolly hustle and bustle. The holiday soirées, the pressure cooker of gift giving…
This Christmas I sang two songs with my Dad- it was pleasantly unpredicatable.