Why is common sense becoming so uncommon ? Could it be all our advances in technology and strides in education are costing us the basic skill of common sense ? Are we simply over thinking and over analyzing everything ?… Continue reading

I admit I’m terrible with names and faces. Unless I see that person on a regular basis my memory can be a bit sketchy. Working in the grocery store and meeting with the public this can be a bit awkward. I often… Continue reading

Just a short observation. I heard on the news that the Chinese company that makes the Apple I-phone had a small riot. The workers were protesting the working conditions. They are back to work now, after only one day. Guess… Continue reading

Along with my blogging I also enjoy writing a poem or two. I have a special little book where I record them. I write each one in my own handwriting ( printing really ) date and sign them. It is my hope that one… Continue reading

Small moments in life often create large memories. Looking back over the years I can recall many of these. Most would have no meaning to any one else. Just a moment in time. However, in my mind and feelings these… Continue reading

A decade has passed since the birth of my grand daughter Morgan. She informs me she is now double digits ! I sit and wonder how that can be. I remember each holiday and milestone in her life. I was… Continue reading

I’ve noticed what appears to be a trend. When a law or issue gets to be difficult, or uncomfortable, to enforce, we just legalize it. Oh, the lawmakers will explain how this should be legalized and cite many reasons why… Continue reading

It seems to me in today’s world we are getting caught up discussing the minutia of life. Each and every little detail and nuance. I find it taxing and wearing. I have become weary of it all. A little less talk and a little… Continue reading

Writing yesterdays post my mind wandered into thoughts of the past. After posting it, it occurred to me that, “the threads of the past, form the fabric of the future.” I’m not sure if I just like the sound of the… Continue reading

left to right: Millie Reichart, My Mom holding me, Uncle Ben, friend Annie I received some old photographs from my mother today. In them was a picture of a man I only remember from hearing his name. This man was… Continue reading