Finding Neverland

”Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning.” Those words came to me as I gazed at Alpha and Beta Centauri from our hotel balcony in Pape’ete. To their right the unmistakable form of the Southern Cross appeared as a reminder that yes, indeed, we had found our own special Neverland. As theContinue reading “Finding Neverland”

Farewell Neverland

Once, kids played in the treehouse built in a large oak tree. A blue tarp kept off the rain while they imagined adventures high above the ground, safe from crocodiles, hooligans, and pirates, and out of range of parents and teachers. Summers and winters came and went, the toys began to disappear, the treehouse seemedContinue reading “Farewell Neverland”