My dad was fifty when I was born. I was the lucky recipient of an adoring father who never wavered in his constant love and attention.  I know I am very fortunate to have had that kind of dad; one who treated me with kindness, respect, and as though I was someone special. I have…

I wrote 90% of this last night but literally fell asleep with the computer in my lap.  Thought I would get it out early today to count for my 20 minutes of writing yesterday!  I have just returned from visiting Sarah, Gregorio and the kids.  Ray is up in Ojai with Liz,  and Rachael and…