morning bell

In the mid-90’s I used to sleep in (when I could get away with it) and stay up all hours of the night. No, I wasn’t going clubbing every night. I wasn’t even leaving the house. I had just gotten a new VCR and I set it to copy episodes of Days of Our Lives … Continue reading morning bell

Some Mornings

Some mornings are simply better than others. The birds chirp mellow, smooth, instead of high pitched and whiny. The coffee smells sweeter, infusing the air with the perfect hint of hazelnut, no more, no less. The bed feels warm, like a cocoon, enveloping me in its warm embrace. The children sleep in, so there are … Continue reading Some Mornings