Hurry…But…Wait…

My nest has been empty for years…and…it’s okay…I have my own sense of rhythm…timing…flow…it may appear odd to others…but…it works for me… Until… The nest refills…with not only…daughters…but…those little delights we call…granddaughters…and…that…changes everything… This...

I Call It Bertha…

If I had a nickel for every time someone has told me that they wished Bertha lived with them…well…I’d have at least fifteen cents…but…one of them was that sleazy guy down at the service station…so…that might not count…still…at least I’d have a dime…not that I could...