We didn’t land in Normandy, nor did we have our D-Day. It was more of a B-Evening, for #beersaturday. And it definitely wasn’t any B-list kind of fun. Quite the opposite; it was the liveliest night of

Caught this little shadow hunter during golden hour. I was walking outside when I spotted this tiny ginger kitten exploring the yard. The sun was high and harsh, throwing sharp shadows on the dry earth.

I am posting some random bits of my genealogy research here with the goal of eventually creating a linked family tree on Hive. You can see the index here. Subject: Eva May Breckenridge (1890-1977) Relationship

The last button on the elevator led to a place that wasn't on the map. That Sunday in May, the air vibrated with a different energy; I was on my way to visit my mother to celebrate her day, already imagining