How a Toy Bunny Changed My Outlook.

This passage was read at my wedding.  Yet, it holds only the significance of being part of a tender, beloved children's story. A story not familiar to me until I needed something warm, intelligent and well-written about real love -- because *what in the world did I know about that?!* -- at the time, early … Continue reading How a Toy Bunny Changed My Outlook.

Most Nights.

Most nights I laymedown with a simple "thanks" and a small smile and turn on my side pretending I can reach out stroke your back or neck or hold your hand in the comfortable plain between our restings Most nights, the rituals of putting the household to bed are simple dog, locks, thermostat music, lights … Continue reading Most Nights.