To Love or Be Loved

This tree is located next to our garage. When it was young it was traumatized by a wind and snowstorm.  Where it is split actually was  bent onto the ground.  My husband was convinced he could save it and with a couple of bungee cords stood it up again.    That...

Remember When?

The first train ride I remember was at the age of 4. My dad lifted me onto the step and followed me aboard. I remember the train being high, the smell of the engines, and how fast it was moving.  It would be one of many trips from Chicago to the suburbs in my...

Remember When?

Remember when?   Most of us have played the telephone game as kids.  It is the one where a secret is whispered to the person next to you.  They in turn tell the person next to them.   By the time the secret gets around the room to the last person in the group, it is a...

How are you “Adapting”?

While on my daily walk I came across this beautiful Weeping Willow tree.  It is located near a retention pond where it can get plenty of water, sunshine, and light.  Its tiny leaves allow it to sway in the different climates; to be flexible in spite of the winds,...

Bridge to Success

Bridge to Where?  To What? I love bridges.  They support us.  They give cars, trucks, trains and other important modes of transportation access into areas over water or valleys.  This little bridge goes over a small body of water and allows foot traffic to move across...

It’s How You Look at Things

How do you look at things?    Years ago I saw a man in the office every week for counseling.  He had been coming for several months and always took the same seat in the room.   On this particular session, I sat down where he had normally been sitting and therefore, he...