I count my blessings every day. My life is so rich and full  I can’t believe my good fortune. I feel so fortunate that sometimes I have to pinch myself. Today was not one of those days. Read the rest of this entry »

To say that my mother had a “can do” spirit would have been an understatement. If she had lived past lives I would say she was once a  Pilgrim or  a  member of the Donnelly party. One that survived, that is. She had a formidable  sense of perseverance and intestinal fortitude that made any task or challenge she met seem less threatening, less daunting and well worth tackling. As a child, whenever I was faced with a  difficult math problem, or couldn’t figure out  something like a dress pattern, I would get discouraged and go  to her to ask for help. She would always respond the same way. “Of course you can do it. How hard can it be?” That was her mantra, “How hard can it be?” Read the rest of this entry »