Open the Door.


Sometimes the door is right in front of you and you’re too busy texting on your “smart” phone to notice. #stopmissinglife #observe #interact #smile


chemo, shmeemo.

This is my husband, Daryl. He recently had a lobe of lung removed with a stage 1B cancerous tumor. Luckily it was caught early. As a “precaution” he has been “advised” to undergo a few sessions of lovely chemotherapy. I captured the first real smile from him during a walk outside in glorious weather (he didn’t have much energy to do the walk in the first place).

We both know of the fragility of life, but we also realize there are much more difficult struggles and battles waged by this vicious disease by so many. We never realized just how prevalent and destructive it is.

As a “survivor of second-hand” chemo (my term for those that sit with chemo patients during infusions), I empathize with those that deal with loved ones. Your day to day struggle is real as well.

Never underestimate the power of that smile.

a game.

Sometimes I write articles and shoot photos for a local culinary online site with hyperlinks to restaurants, businesses, and food related features. I LOVE the folks who run this site. EVERY one of them has such energy.

Anyway… here’s my review of a recently discovered board game about food. Feel free to share. 😊


sun. flower.

… and in that field that you pass by every single day. As you always promise to stop. And look closer at the world around you. But you keep rushing by. On your way to the next apparently more important “thing.” 

Today. Stop. Get close. Touch it. Your skin absorbs the earth. Breathe it. The air. Let it surround you. This is where you were born. 



I apologize in advance for my over-fascination with clouds. And the sky. And looking up.

I don’t really believe in a “heaven” per say, but I DO tend to talk to those that have passed during sunsets while staring in awe at the always perfectly imperfect sky.

This particular evening the boiling white cotton was a harbinger of an approaching summer cool front. Taking oppressive humidity and absorbing it within, before floating on.

I felt that I could almost reach out, then run into this playground of soft fluff.