A place to preserve the common threads of my memories, stories, and life experiences—so what matters is not forgotten.
Some threads remain, quietly woven through a life.

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It’s the Horns, It’s All About the Horns
Like many people, I was drawn to the song Color My World by Chicago, especially as a slow dance favorite. For me, though, it was the horns that made the song special. …
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Ready to Shop
With my purse in hand and standing beside our car, I must have been ready to go shopping. READ MORE by clicking on the photo …
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Ski Week At Chiemsee
The day I was chosen as one of the students to attend one of Chiemsee’s Ski Week was a day I was ill and didn’t attend school. Read Full Story by clicking on the photo …
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The Silent Voice of Alison
My daughter, Alison, born in 1988, is not a businesswoman, does not lead an organization, and does not have a college degree. She has been political, of sorts. Her voice has been one of vocal silence; her voice has been one of action, not through words, and her silent voice speaks volumes. …





