My Journal

Friday night is sacred in the Q family -- it is family night. We plan our budget so we can eat out as a family and then do something fun together. Many times, especially in cooler weather, the fun amounts to walking through the mall. This past Friday, we saw one of...

Bistro: a small, modest, European-style restaurant or café. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ EuroPan. 8th Avenue, NYC.Pastries, pastas, sandwiches, panini, crepes, coffee. Windows. Black tile. White aprons. New York Cheesecake -- velvet, exquisite.Coffee -- ebony,...

........give me the streets of Manhattan!People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants,Manhattan streets with their powerful throbs, with beating drums as now,Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus!Manhattan faces and eyes forever...

The NYC skyline -- I loved it. Reading the subway map. Liberty stands undaunted. A rather cropped portrait of the touring couple! A week ago, my husband and I spent one incredible day in New York City. The generosity of a flight attendant friend allowed us to get...

Plump and shiny,fruit of harvest,pumpkins orange lay afield.Hailing cheerfulchange of season,Seed of spring is autumn's yield.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Round and glowing,children's facesSparkling eyes; an impish smile.Mine to nurture,tend and cherish Only for a little...

My Kaley spends hours holding (and sometimes annoying) our 7 week old kittens. My kids have named them Smoky, Stripe, and Shadow. Before the oldest 3 leave for school, some of them are outside playing with them. And when the van pulls in after school, they can't wait...

Well, as of 5:01 this morning, I have now added another year to my age -- which sum shall be untold -- though I was born in the year 1970 :-)Yep, that's right. Right smack dab in the middle of double knit and flower children, I made my world debut (although I don't...

"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."John Donne

Today is the 1st day of September, and I feel autumn calling my name. Here in the northeast where I live, there is a peculiar, indefinable something that spills the secret, whispering in softest tones that the seasons are about to change. It's a certain scent in the...