Paper Plate of Positive Traits

In honor of St. Valentine’s Day reblogging an old story displaying love❤️

To Catch a Mouse

I never believed it could happen in real life. That Sunday cartoon snippet showing a woman standing on a chair emitting a high pitched scream as a mouse scampers across her shiny, linoleum kitchen floor. And then one morning after moving from New York City to Connecticut, life imitated art as I found myself face

Fallen Leaves

Fall leaves fall, die flowers away, Lengthen night and shorten day, Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the Autumn tree… Emily Jane Bronte

Screwdriver Parties Part II

Thirty-four years ago, I was hired as an Advertising Sales Assistant to a man named Jim Cappello. We worked selling advertising for a publishing company located in midtown Manhattan. I can still envision our sparse office located in that beautiful Art Deco building called The Chanin, between 41st and 42nd Streets. I recall the newspaper

Birds on a Wire

We wait for the perfect time, missing it entirely..

The Days of Wine and Rosie’s

In the summer of 1982 my sister Sheila and I worked as waitresses at Rosie O’Grady’s in midtown Manhattan. Rosie’s was a haven for all those Irish and all those who wished to be. Co-owners Mike Carty and Austin Delaney both Irish born, could always be counted on to find work for a new arrival,

Weekly photo challenge “Name”

Gloria I spotted this abandoned boat yesterday morning, moored on a small creek in Westport, CT.  A name displayed on the bow was carefully written in simple block letters…GLORIA.  Captivating in its stillness with not a soul in sight, it instilled a feeling of both peace and melancholy.   Returning home I researched to discover the boat was owned by a gentleman who lived his entire life

WPC – “Spare” – The Lonely Sweater

Spare (Defined) “Not currently in use; in reserve” Glancing in the window of a recently closed children’s consignment shop, I spotted this tiny, orange sweater hanging forlornly in the now abandoned store front.  I pondered why this one vibrant item adorned with teddy bears, remained.  Perhaps a testament to a dream that was not to be or more simply that

Log Dancing

“We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams. ” Albert Einstein   https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/dance/  

Summertime in Sepia

I love this dreamy throwback photograph, taken on the outer banks of North Carolina circa 1960.  My beautiful mother in law Mary (on the right), adored this summer refuge where her parents owned a home.  She is pictured here with her best friend Dottie.  When I look at their carefree expressions I can almost feel the warm breeze and