On Saturday, June 6th…
My friend is gone.
These are a few of my pandemic-fuelled emotional touchstones.
A cousin of mine just sent me these precious photos of my maternal great-grandmother and great-grandfather, as well as other family forbears, and I’d love to share them with you.
Heeey, fellow ‘inmates’…
These depressing days reminded me of a song I wrote in 1983. 🎵 Back then it was apropos of nothing, really, but it kind of fits what’s happening now. Maybe a tad exaggerated – poetic licence, I guess.
I’ve been thinking. (My funny boyfriend: “Nooooooooo!” 😂)
Six years, or thereabouts – that’s what all these pics have in common.
Going through family photos is fun… especially when you come upon an irresistible theme.