Rose

I find myself wanting to write something about you but it feels far too personal to be out there in the obits.
Rose,you were absolutely an influence, a memory I will carry with me to my grave.
Garlic. Can't smell it, see it, taste it, mince it, eat it without knowing and loving you for introducing us. I eat food I don't like just to eat Garlic!
Italian, emotions, throaty laugh, glamorous cheekbones all rolled into this woman I consider a mother from my past. There was always something cooking at Rose's house...
So different the atmosphere from where I came. In the days to come, when we tell stories about you, I want you to know that my world is more because of you.
You wore your heart out on your sleeve.
Say hello to Doc, Nick and my dad.

24 days in 2008

and here are some things I am pondering:

Would people vote for Barak Obama if they were aware his middle name was Hussein?

Its January in Erie and a temporary reminder of "global warning where?"

Its never too late to get another certificate for your wall.

Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk...learning urban language.

"The Wire" could be the best show I've missed in a long time.

Its lighter a little longer each day.

I'm in my 23rd year of psychological practice!

I'm still loving to learn

I am blessed with amazing people in my world

I live an extraordinary life...