Coming, Going, Waiting
Summer ebbs, a reality that generally sends me to a vat of candy corn.  And caramel apples.  And chocolate…. But this autumn, we are ticking away the days until we greet our second grandchild.  What a counterpoint to any seasonal regrets.  October 6.  October 6.  Opal.  Like my Mom.  Libra.  Like my Mom. I have... Read more »