Remembering my brother

Remembering my brother

My brother Tim was adopted. To look at the two of us, you wouldn’t have guessed that. In fact, though he was seven years younger, Mom would sometimes mix up our baby pictures. We had your typical sibling relationship – loved filled but able to fight like...
And I will always love you….!

And I will always love you….!

Originally, I had vague notions of this week’s blog being about either music in nature or customized ringtones.  The gorgeous weather here this past week has led to wandering outside and the other morning I heard some birds singing.  Later that same day, while...