Warning Regarding “The Language of Flowers”

I am taking Mali’s lead in warning the community about the movie The Debt, and feel duty bound to warn others about a potential minefield in the book entitled The Language of Flowers, by Vanessa Diffenbaugh that I recommended in my last post, Still Stuck on the Thanksgiving Theme.  Although, The Language of Flowers is a

Thanksgiving, One Day Late

Yesterday was Thanksgiving here in the States.  My honey-brined turkey, cranberry apple relish, garlic red-skinned mashed potatoes, creamy giblet gravy and Italian sausage with sourdough bread stuffing were well worth all the work I did preparing them.  As fun as all that was, I am a firm believer that any day can be Thanksgiving, and

The Power of Change

My parents may have had lots of faults (who doesn’t?), but they succeeded as parents in several respects; one of the most important being that they were able to change.  They changed more than once.  And they keep changing.  And with change I believe comes Hope. (Geez, with all the “hope” and “change,”  it sounds

No Baby On Board

We wanted to be able to produce our own children to love.  We wanted to create something so special from our relationship–a precious gift who reflected bits and pieces of my family and his, but was their own little someone.  We did the usual round of fertility treatments and even pulled out the big guns