The sight below me was amazing.  I was on a stair railing looking down on a factory floor that stretched out for a city block. The city was Edinburgh, Scotland and I was touring the Tartan Weaving Mill.  Below me, dozens…

I brought the dusty box down from the top shelf of my closet.  I packed it years ago when my sister and I closed up our parents’ home for the last time.  We saved, sold, donated, and discarded.  My mother’s assorted…

I got my ticket for the long way ’roundThe one with the prettiest of viewsIt’s got mountains, it’s got riversIt’s got sights give you shiversBut it sure would be prettier with you –Song by Anna Kendrick– Cups Over to my east…

The plainly dressed woman was weary of the day-to-day grind of cook, serve, clean; cook serve, clean.  Over in the corner of her one-room cottage, the iron pot bubbling over a wood fire needed constant attention.  Inside the pot was the…