22May

Red Tulips

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...

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15May

Together Yet Apart

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, open the second drawer of my 1950’s desk, and grasp my waiting journal and daily...

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