When I reached my 75th birthday my daughter, Jill, made me a neat shirt that I have always been proud of. It reads in big red letters, MADE IN 1944 ALL ORIGINAL PARTS. Our Mom died when she was 47 from heart failure. I was a senior in high school at the time and of course her passing left a hole in all of our hearts. Would that be my same fate? I had thirty years before I would hit …..
Spring is one of my four favorite seasons of the year. Yep, there’s something to love about all four seasons. But spring can be the most frustrating. As I’m sitting down to write this blog I am exhausted. I’m not sure if it’s because I just finished planting the garden this morning or because I’m still recovering from the eighteen holes of golf I played yesterday afternoon. Actually it might be a combination of the two. There is also the…..