Dilemma of Joy

My treasured keepsakes bulge in pockets of time—rather moments—that are tucked hard against the bones of my heart. They remain as fresh and life-giving as the first-offerings of spring rosesbuds, tight with fragrance and bleeding of crimson that smears across my fingers as I pull them out one petal at a time. The edges are…

Light Bulb in a Moscow Graveyard

Life is full of revelations, and some of them I have chronicled here in my blog over the last two years… it seems many of them come to me late in life… The first time Wayne and I visited Moscow and walked through the graveyard of their Russian leaders I had a moment of illumination……