Margaret May Westover My Mom My mother passed to what most people call heaven, several weeks ago. I have truly lost track of the time and I will admit openly here that I am still in shock. I live in Colorado, my mom was in an assisted living home in... Read more →
Dear Mom - I wish I'd known you then Dear Mom, Remember that day – the day so long ago it’s hard to remember anything? Remember how I got lost coming home from school? I was in kindergarten and I tended to wander. Always looking at the houses and the... Read more →
The mountains are lovely today. It's Sunday. The morning is lovely. Our view of the mountains this morning is lovely. Life is lovely. There is a special quiet to the early mornings, here in Firestone, CO. The neighborhood is slow to wake up. One or two folks are up and... Read more →
by Yvonne DiVita Wayne. Wayne Hurlbert. I think of him often, now. Now that... he's gone. Why is that? Why did I not think of him more often, before he was gone? It's just how we humans are. Not always thinking of him does not mean he was unimportant to... Read more →
We all remember that day. The one where steel tumbled from the sky, lives were changed forever and uncertainty took over the world. 9/11/2001 I can still smell the crisp morning air from that day as I started my sophomore year at Syracuse University. I was lucky because at the... Read more →
by Yvonne DiVita First seen on Pinterest. It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. The nurse took... Read more →
by Yvonne DiVita A good friend of mine, Bruce Peters, sent me a link to a blog post he called "eloquent." A lonely post. A post with amazing clarity - written with perspective, by a 22 year old author. On this day, this Friday at the end of a tremendously... Read more →
by Yvonne DiVita [for 2012, like us on Facebook and share your Wednesday Widsom] From a Great article in the NY Times (may require a registration) "Passwords are a pain to remember. What if a quick wiggle of five fingers on a screen could log you in instead? Or speaking... Read more →
Just Me and Just You: A post that was written almost three years ago and still holds power today. A good writer and editor (Robbi Hess, who manages this blog) said recently that repurposing 'old' blog posts was a good idea. When I happened on this post, while looking for... Read more →
"When I grow up, Mama, I'm going to buy you a mansion," I used to tell my mother when I was about six years old. I don't remember why my mother wanted a mansion. Maybe she didn't. Maybe I wanted a mansion. We lived in a small apartment over a... Read more →