“I distinctly remember forgetting that.”

I went upstairs on Saturday afternoon and found Fred peacefully sleeping in what had been Ben's bed. I'd noticed Ben downstairs on the couch, but that they had exchanged places (or more likely, Fred just took over Ben's spot and Ben adjusted accordingly) didn't occur to me until I was taking their pictures. I love… Continue reading “I distinctly remember forgetting that.”

Thanksgiving…finding comfort in being ourselves

I was reading a book yesterday and the writer said that she had been, years ago, invited to the Royal palace  for dinner. I always wondered how anyone could feel hungry in such a formal setting with such good (fitted) clothes on. I really appreciate beauty and elegance and would love the idea of being… Continue reading Thanksgiving…finding comfort in being ourselves