Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

These are the new blossoms on the mulberry tree Barb planted last summer. It made it through winter! I have learned this, that courage is ch...

  Over to Barb. She'll be answering any comments you might care to make, under my name. The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is FOLLO...

There is no-one to whom I owe my laughter and good cheer. Disagree? Well, you don't know, mate, 'cause you are not here to see the e...

 I am a hippie and a thug, and an accomplished dancer, so watch me while I cut a rug as I waltz with cancer. We sashay 'cross the parque...

Do you think about Heaven? Used to be, I didn't. I figured, let it come. Whatever. But now, wakeful from one in the morning until the da...

And so it goes, mainly downhill. Well, physically. Days get pretty limited by a lot of trouble breathing when I try to move, and a lot of co...

 In the dark before the dawn as the world rests from its sins, something turns the switches on and The Car Alarm begins. It starts out with ...