Disneyland was born exactly one year, one month and one day after me. I literally grew up there because Dad started there on opening day and it was the one place he could take me to give my mom a break that didn’t cost anything! By the age of 9, I was the family tour...
I’m a native Floridian living on land in Winter Garden originally homesteaded by my great grandfather. That’s right…my grandparents and parents subdivided and sold this land, and four decades ago, my husband and I bought back a lot from the contractor who built a...
Hello old friend. I can say that with a wink of course because, among the special things you and I share, your birthday is always one year, one month and one day after mine. So, yes, we are both metaphorically and empirically OLD friends. You seem to be well. To be...
It would be irresponsible and cruelly glib to imply that the Covid-19 pandemic wasn’t difficult, and that the results haven’t produced fear, anger and for so many, tragedy. Those things are all true. Whether it’s Covid, a natural disaster or human-caused, loss of...
As I get older, I find I read more biographies. I guess when you have more road behind you than ahead of you, you get more interested in other folk’s perspectives on the walk. I am always amazed when I read about writers and storytellers I admire. From Shakespeare to...
When I was 9, the walls of my bedroom were covered, but not with hot rods or my favorite Mouseketeers. They hosted 24″ x 36″ illustrations of every rocket then in the US fleet. Redstone, Atlas, Titan, Agena, and Saturn-I framed my passionate determination to go to...