To the old man in overalls

To the old man in overalls

It’s not that I live in a bubble, I just like my little corner of the world. Yesterday I felt like I lived in Mayberry. I had lunch with my dear soul sister and the waitress embraced me. As I walked to the corner to pick up a prescription, the barber. No lie, red...
I expected my orange to be orange

I expected my orange to be orange

I’ve never been afraid to kill a plant. Let’s just say there have been many botanical casualties under my watch, or lack thereof. The plant-loving workers at the greenhouse probably cried whenever I left with my selections, knowing the move to my house was...