I keep thinking around the next corner. I keep thinking across the yard. I keep thinking about holding hands and pats on the back. I keep thinking of laughing in the middle of day at the hospital. I keep thinking selfishly about book recommendations I will no longer receive. I keep feeling waves wash over and over and over and over and- I keep thinking what a gift, what memories...

Thank You Donald.

A True Humanitarian. I am so lucky, a gift I will always carry with me.

Can't get enough of Beading Culture. Here, a friend, Shelley and I look through the bead collection of a well known  (amongst the beading community) local shop in Boston

Our group needed to coordinate better. Excessive smile, cross-eyed, and pleasant.