Some things from the past are worth losing. Some aren’t.
The Blue Party It was a dark, stormy, cold, rainy, yucky Monday morning in January when the parcel arrived. Amid the usual get-ready-for-work rush, I stopped to open it. The contents revealed a small bottle of blue nail varnish (polish) with an accompanying note from California daughter: “Dear Mom,” it read, “I’m sending this to… Continue reading The Blue Party