Fathers From Around the World

Originally posted on A Holistic Journey:
When I was not yet three years old, John Richard and Grace Elizabeth Ingram adopted me from an orphanage in southwest London. When I was four, a stroke left Dad paralysed down his left side; he died when I was 18. I can still hear the cranky squeaks of…

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says… We’re French!

In France I came across this sign: Provisional bar and occasional hotel. I wonder if this establishment accepts reservations?

Grief and Beautiful

My problem was I had too much beautiful. Too beautiful, too fulfilled, lived in beauty, raised in beauty, and was too self-satisfied to make any kind of real sacrifice. I was too beautifully fulfilled to bother with anything of substance beyond hollow praise and easy come, easy go positive self-reinforcement. I thought I had it