Memory Gardening I love plants; my Mother turned me into a gardener, as a child, telling me, as I have already shared on these pages, that playing in the dirt was good for my nerves. I would be lying if I said that I do not buy plants, but if you are a novice...
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You can listen to my Podcast this month, presented by IBM Security Intelligence Staff: Boost Energy and Utilities Security By Reducing SOC Complexity https://securityintelligence.com/media/boost-energy-and-utilities-security-by-reducing-soc-complexity/</ Top Three Security Trends in the Energy Sector Scarcella has spent two decades with IBM handling concerns related to energy and utilities. In the podcast, she identifies three major...
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Falafel I have been cooking for a very long time; thus it is not often that I surprise myself with what I make. But I have to say, I called Kate into the kitchen, cut the first falafel in half, so we could each taste it, and when I popped it in...
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Words of Children It was an unseasonably cool but sunny Saturday morning in early May; still a few hours from midday. I’d just run to Ace Hardware for some knickknack or another for whatever projects were on my workbench in various stages of completion. The great thing about the Ace Hardware by my house...
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Zane Grey Road My Father loved his cowboy novels; I am sorry that I never read Larry McMurtry or Zane Grey, while my Father was alive, we would have had some interesting conversations. Kate and I read Riders of the Purple Sage, aloud to one another, as we drove cross country; and yes, we...
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I am Weary of Your Hate I am weary of your hate right or wrong no longer matters I do not care why you hate or if you have cause perhaps you are justified and no court in the nation would condemn you but nevertheless I am weary of your hate we...
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Ybor City Museum State Park This is where I was supposed to have been born; my parents were living here when my maternal grandfather passed away, and my Mother flew to Columbus, Ohio, for the funeral. While there, she went into labor and I was delivered at The Ohio State University, instead —...
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National Human Trafficking Hotline Usually, when we stop for take-out, Kate goes inside to order and or pick-up the food; but this stop, at a restaurant we have frequented before, fell on me. After ordering and paying for our food, I stepped aside from the busy counter, as the restaurant would soon be closing,...
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One of Hemingway’s Cat We toured Ernest Hemingway’s house, in Key West, Florida, many years ago; not on our first visit to the Keys, in 1991, but on one of many return visits with a little extra money, to cover the price of admission. Not all stops that we make would I...
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To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Washington Family by Edward Savage In honor of our Nation’s birthday, I wish you a Happy 4th of July and I share with you a portrait of our first, First Family! One...
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