As I fluffed the delicate sheer layers of her Communion dress, I was reminded that I did this same thing for her mom on her wedding day…

“I want a heart-shaped picnic basket, and a blanket, maybe checked, and champagne and stuff like that, and, oh, a lighthouse view …” he told me nervously.

“Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.” John Steinbeck

Every winter we try to get away.  After many months of working long days, every day in season, we look forward to our getaways and this year we went to Riviera Maya in Mexico.  What a beautiful place with wonderful people.  The Mexican people are so gracious and friendly and their country is wonderful.   […]

“Does it hurt?” I asked. That was a stupid question…