I wrote a great post this morning and swore I saved it before logging off my home computer. Unfortunately, I did not, which is perfect, because today’s post is all about THIS moment. Not the one I had at 8:00 a.m.

I live such a busy and full life that sometimes the end of the

View from my hotel balcony
Ahhhh. I’m back from vacation. A real vacation. A vacation with really crappy WiFi (though the resort was fabulous, other than that) so that I couldn’t work even if I wanted to. It was the kind of vacation where you delete all the emails you

Yeah, I woke  up this morning to sunshine and my first thoughts were “can’t wait to hang out by the pool and enjoy some BBQ this THREE-DAY weekend.”

But I’m an American (no hyphen necessary) first, and my thoughts turned to what is important about this weekend to remember, and that is our men and

I don’t know what it was like growing up in your household, but in the Morse family, we all were given a role for our futures: My brother David was the genius and wiz-kid; my sister Ilene was to follow in the family’s clothing manufacturing and design business; and I was supposed to be a