The word hope hung above the doorway in the living room of my old house in Syracuse. I had put it there in the series of rooms labelled Faith, Hope, and Love. Each title fit it’s corresponding room perfectly. Hope represented the dreaming, planning, and sharing that occurred in that room. Second only to stools…… Continue reading Hope

It seems to be pretty universally established at this point that I love to talk. In the rare and intermittent times that I am not talking, out loud, I am typically, as of late, at least writing in my head. And on the even rarer occasions that I am doing neither of the previously mentioned…… Continue reading Peace