Like A Rolling Stone

How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?   –  Bob Dylan, 1965To my gypsy Mom, this sounds like a little slice of heaven. Especially the "To be on your own" part....

Serendipity

My favorite word. Practice it here: Bookcrossing.com. Can’t wait to start leaving the contents of my ten 40lb M-Bags of books on park benches. One book at a time, of course.

Panaceia At My Door

Mom and I have not been able to kick this disgusting, hellacious flu or whatever it is. Today is day NINE. No fever. Just coughing our fool heads off, nauseous (so we couldn’t eat but did I lose an ounce? NO.) Headachy off and on. And so tired. So weak. Coughing...