The goodtime girl is gone. Suzi is dead. She had lymphoma, could barely eat and was in pain. She was put to sleep by a veterinarian in Ocala and her passing was very peaceful. Her mother Lucy was at her…
Independent bookstores attract me every time
Like a butterfly attracted to a brightly colored nectar plant, I flutter into bookstores, heart racing a bit fast, and eager to sip new things. I confess my step gets a little extra skip in it when I see an…
A Great Cup of Coffee and a Mission
A friend and I stopped at Mystic Bean Coffee Company a week ago on our way to St. Augustine. Their coffee is fabulous. A big “WOW”. I could hardly wait to go back. Yesterday I had an assignment to take…
Baby birds make their debut
A few mornings ago I was sitting on the porch, fiddling with a new camera, reading the directions. One booklet about something called “image stabilizer” showed how to shoot through bars (say you are at the zoo and there is…
Growing old and ill is hard to do
Suzi is dying. There is nothing I can do about it. Oh yes, I know death is the flip side of the life coin. Heads and tails. Sooner or later it comes up tails. Saying it is one thing. Living…