What we must do, then, is to do good while we are here: spread joy and beauty and hope. So that even in our leaving, others may see it and be moved.

This is the only picture of me, as a child, with my dad.

At first I was bothered by this, as I sifted through the tubs of photos, searching for one - just one - more. Then, after giving up the search, I stopped to look at the photo with new eyes. And I realized: why do I need hundreds of photos when this one says it all? He looks at me, as I laugh, with so much love you would think I were his first child rather than his fourth. Seeing that transformed the photo from the depressing evidence of being the last child, into something precious: a witness to the happy and loving childhood I was given.

Happy Father's Day, Dad.

When a friend and I decided to pack a picnic and go see Shakespeare-in-the-Park, we had no idea it would be so entertaining.

In short, we had a blast.

I personally thought the highlight of the show was when the young people playing Romeo and Juliet, standing together at Juliet's window, engaged in a kissing match that was so - enthusiastic - that the plywood set threatened to fall over.

Is it great theatre? No. But despite the painfully awkward or just plain hysterical moments that crop up in the performances, I love watching them each summer. It may, in fact, be those moments that have endeared the Shakespeare Company to me.

Lately it seems that I've run out of words, have you noticed?

I am sorry, truly. I hope this photo will be enough, until I find my words again. It can be a reminder - for me, at least - that it's time to begin on this year's Christmas gifts. All those lovely sleigh bells, just waiting to ornament wrapped homemade gifts!

Life's an adventure.

"See things from the boy's point of view." ~ Sir Robert Baden-Powell

My favorite flowers welcomed me home.

But I wish I knew how to keep them in blooms longer than a week...

We're all moved in, Marius and I,
and, yes - we do love it.