“Que Sera Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)” – Doris Day, 1956.
It was one of those conversations for which I don’t remember the context, originating most likely in a typical child’s naive question about the way of the world. 958 more words
This past weekend the wife and I packed our two baby girls into their car seats and drove upstate (upstate defined as north of the Bronx/Westchester border) to celebrate the 90th birthday of my Grandmother, Mary Sheahan. 588 more words
I sit down in our veranda, enjoying a good book, feeling fresh wind blowing on my skin, under the shade from the partially forgiving afternoon sun and I feel at peace. 324 more words