I stare at the young man in the back of that tempo. Traffic is crawling. Every time it lurches forward, I wait for a sack of potatoes to fall and hold my breath..
Retail therapy at its best. Spent the morning browsing in a plant nursery with a friend. Surrounded by drowsy bees and puddles of water and oh! the plants. Pitcher plants (sly looking creatures that entranced me – Read More->
You can tell these are gently brought up girls, innocent almost. But there is such a backbone of steel running through them. A determination to make good their life. Even when hurting, careless patients and families often and unfairly reprimand, blame or admonish, those sweet smiles, the cheerful greetings to us hardly ever waver. Read More >
