“Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet*, eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, who sat down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away.” Thank you, Miss Muffet’s
“Wild Turkey” What images do these words evoke for you? The first Thanksgiving? A snort of bourbon perhaps? During a recent jog in Cape Story, I was rounding the corner
What do you do with your dirty laundry? When I was a kid, we lived in a suburb of Detroit Michigan where a common household amenity was a laundry chute.
Thirty- four years ago I found myself desperately seeking an answer to one of life’s most difficult questions. “Why?” I asked it over and over again in my thoughts, prayers,