Cancer has touched most of us in the area — either directly or through someone we know and/or love.
One of the moments that stands out for me while living through my father’s cancer diagnosis and treatment was the day he lost most of his hair.

Aaah. Winter is here!
The snow if flying, the thermometer is dipping down below 20 and the wind is making the flap on the exhaust from the stove rat-a-tat out a tune.

I’ve found that in the last several years, I am less agreeable to snow than I was. I used to wait anxiously for the first snowfall to coat my world in sparkling white. Everything just looks so pretty right after it snows.

Now, I just grumble like everyone else and go find my boots because the dog has to go out. Where’s my scarf? Have you seen my gloves?