At Kroger

The store was full of shiny balloons, decadent chocolates and lush bouquets in advance of Valentine’s Day.                           

My pocketbook was flush enough that I bought a plane ticket to visit my crush…of 29 years.

Honestly, it never gets old.

Love is all around
Under the helium
Standing resolutely in a pot
Hoping, expecting, to be chosen















Beauty. Marks.



When I was a girl, maybe 9 or 10 yrs. old, I confided to my grandmother that I liked to wear long sleeved shirts to cover my arms, because I was embarrassed by the many moles dotting my forearms.

“Oh no, those aren’t moles,” she explained. “They are beauty marks, so you must be one of the most beautiful girls at school.”

I still carry the innocence and tenderness of this exchange with me.

And I wear short sleeved shirts.

My grandmother’s wedding
50th wedding anniversary