The Island Palette
This is a place where all seems right with the world. I arrived yesterday. I was tired, a bit worn out from the past few
This is a place where all seems right with the world. I arrived yesterday. I was tired, a bit worn out from the past few
Wow. I’m too tired to be witty, and I think my one liners can not do this place justice. I’m taking the rest of the
Totally disconnected. I went the thrifty traveler route. I have to spend one night in St. Thomas because the airline changed the flight time. I
She gave me permission to say it. It did not come easy. No one, especially the young with their lives ahead of them, want to
Silence doesn’t mean I have nothing to say, but perhaps a brush can babble too much. I had big plans for January. They changed. I
I misheard a song the other day. I’ve heard it 100’s of times before, but not for a long time. So the lyrics escpaed me,
So much to say…so many thoughts. Love, desire, drive, conflict, family, resolution, conflict, …resolution. Art, waits in the wings, pulsing. Waiting. Not so patiently. No,
“Update your blog” he said. “I keep going there to see what’s up and there’s nothing new.” Life has kicked into high gear, and I’m
“Choose your words wisely” she said to me, “they are magic.” I chuckled at the thought of it. But she was right. We speak constantly.
I need a wife. But I am one. In there lies a predicament. I don’t want a modern wife, a liberated one with her own