In pictures for now. Tired. Good night!
4 pm Mass on Christmas Eve on Court Street.
Punchy and her cousin, Izzy.
God bless us everyone.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?