“Stained”







Marveling this Monday evening at finding the perfect spot to write …






My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts
1. For some reason, my little half & half dribbling made me smile this morning at the coolest little coffee shop in St. Augustine near where we are staying in Florida.



2. Keeping an inviting bowl of fruits and vegetables on the kitchen island. To eat, yes, but also just to … see.

3. The summer sunshine.


4. Having 17 year-old Benny with us on our longer August stay at South Ponte Vedra Beach, FL.


5. Being able to smile, even on a bad hair day.

May you have a Smile-Worthy Weekend ahead.



My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts
1. Neat ceiling lights at the Ponte Vedra YMCA.

2. Sunrise at the beach.


3. Our hands. That can reach.
4. Stopping to smell the roses, no matter how strong or weak the aroma.

5. Delightfully Pretty in Pink.


May your Friday Evening Sunset bring Comfort and Peace.

Gathering flowers in the community garden at Vilano Beach Florida.


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts
1. My rainbow!


We are back for a couple of weeks in Ponte Vedra Beach. Each afternoon follows a pre-determined set of events. Around three or four, dark clouds make their way above the surf directly in front our balcony. Then a pretty rainbow (sometimes two!) appear in front of us.

Thank you, Universe, for your spectacular show! And for my Mr. Rainbow.
2. One of the bathrooms in the condo where we are staying/freeloading …

I love the driftwoody mirror.

3. Sunshine!
4. Little Free Libraries. Even at the beach!


5. Sea shells.


May beauty surround you this weekend.
Sometime all you need is a change of scenery …

Robert and I are back down in Ponte Vedra, Florida at the oceanfront condo my daughter is renting for six months, as she contemplates expanding her medical business down here. So of course we find ways to finagle our way here as often as possible.

I swim 20 lamps each morn at 7:30 before the sun becomes a broiler.

This summer, I am attempting to write a memoir about the challenge of “marrying” my previous straight life (to Donna) and my current gay life (with Robert). And what a challenge!
Here’s my sunny study in the condo where I’m attempting to write …

As I sit in that wicker chair, some days I realize that we’re all writing our memoirs, day by day and year by year.
