Pedal to the Metal
Which is why I told Jill we rode 25 miles yesterday, not 30. That’s it, 25. I mean 28. Actually, I’m going to say it was 35 miles, round trip, more or less. Continue reading
Which is why I told Jill we rode 25 miles yesterday, not 30. That’s it, 25. I mean 28. Actually, I’m going to say it was 35 miles, round trip, more or less. Continue reading
An unexpected act of kindness comes from the heart and is something to treasure. It can lift your spirits, make your heart sing and remind you of all that’s good in the world.
As it did for me. Continue reading
“Our nation of immigrants, just added one more new American, and I wanted to share how full my heart is.” Continue reading
I mean, no one brought along a famished Barbie. So you stare down the waiter who placed that bit of nonsense in front of you and declare, “What are we supposed to do–pass the glass around and inhale the bread??” Continue reading
I am 10 and in a rare moment, my father takes us to Carvel for ice cream. I love their soft ice cream that swirls out of a machine. I choose vanilla, the flavor of sweetness and my mother’s apron on baking days. Continue reading