No Roses for Me

Roses come in a variety of colors. Over the years, each color has become an expression of a particular emotion. This use of roses’ symbolism started in the 18th century in a poem by Robert Burns titled “Red, Red Rose,” in which he describes his beloved as a red rose. Roses have different meanings based … More No Roses for Me

A Space of My Own

I have comfortable studio apartment in a nice Senior Living building, that I treasure more than any other spot. After my husband passed away years ago, I bought a “Comfort Number Select” bed which I knew cost a bit but I also knew that I was going to probably need the features it possessed. Having … More A Space of My Own

Who is Perfect?

When I was about 11 or 12 years old, I thought perfection was something I was supposed to pursue. I read in the Bible, “Be ye perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.” That is a high goal to set. (I know some readers may not be Christians, please just read … More Who is Perfect?

The Joy of Life

Sometimes I have to admit that I get joy mixed up with being thankful. The two are different but so intertwined in my life, that I rarely feel one without the other. Most mornings as a child, I was awakened by one of my parents calling out, “Rise and Shine!” (I now know my mom … More The Joy of Life