Red Tulips

Georgia Finnegan2021-04-12T16:47:10+00:00

By Georgia Finnegan

It’s May.  It’s May.  The Lusty Month of May.  I distinctly remember May Day, 1977.   An early morning dawn woke me with its rose-dipped wisps of sunlight streaming through my windows.  I quietly got out of bed, headed to the hutch cabinet in the living room and pulled...

Together Yet Apart

Georgia Finnegan2021-04-12T16:48:07+00:00

By Georgia Finnegan

A thin veil of darkness covers the first rays of daylight as I begin my morning rhythm.  Only the percolating sound of coffee interrupts my quiet time.  I step into my study,...