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Testing boundaries and applying discipline will lead to mastery of any skill we choose to practice. We generally rely on what we consider to be our strengths to solve most of our problems in life. Most of us hide our weaknesses, primarily from ourselves, since others can clearly see them. While I am on a big push to clean and clear out my home I notice similarities between my mental state and the state of all my various projects. While digging out all the clothing that is heading for new closets in other people’s houses I discover very cool things I had forgotten in the back of the closet. I have both stupid stuff I have barely worn and the most brilliant, well crafted wardrobe imaginable. The problem has been mixing them all together and overstuffing the space. Nothing is appealing when it is disheveled and jumbled. The same thing applies to my sewing supplies, my office desk, my kitchen cabinets, and, (dare I say it?), my mind. In each one of these cases I go looking for one thing and find 100s of useless items just hanging around for no reason, and a few real treasures I never see or use because they are in a sorry state of order. This clearing must continue until everything I own gives me joy. This must apply to all things, mental as well as physical, digital as well as analog. At the end of the month, which is the end of the year, our brand new bed will arrive. The mattress is named Truth. The truth is that I have a lot of cleaning to do before it arrives:
What needs to go?
What are the mental steps to take to assure I maintain my unobstructed new life?
I am looking forward to exposing this entire phenomena. Often it is said that our greatest strength is also our greatest weakness. I think we all keep a lot of junk out of sight. I maintain a clean and orderly home (to the naked eye), but stuffed into all available nooks and crannies are things I do not need or want. I believe my talents and spiritual life are similar to those overstuffed cabinets. Not only do I have way more than I can use, but I have some trouble distinguishing one thing from another because the agony is all wrapped around the ecstasy at this point. I don’t embrace resolutions. I do want to find myself at the end of 2015 owning fewer things and liking them more. How do you fight the clutter bug, Gentle Reader? Who will win in 2015? I am planning a victory!
My 7th great-grandfather had an inherited gift for bone setting. Both he and my 6th great-grandfather relieved suffering by using manipulative medicine. They had no degree in medicine but believed in their natural ability to pass this gift down to generations of Sweets.
“November 8th, 1724, Captain Benoni Sweet was baptised at St. Paul’s, in Narragasett, by the Rev. Mr. McSparran; and at the succeeding Easter, Captain Sweet was elected one of the Vestry.” [History of the Episcopal Church in Narragansett, Rhode Island, page 94.]
“James Sweet, the father of Benoni, emigrated from Wales [England] to this country, and purchased an estate at the foot of Ridge Hill, so called, in North Kingstown… Benoni had been a Captain in the British service–was well informed, and of polished manners. He was a natural bonesetter and the progenitor of the race in Rhode Island. He was styled Doctor Sweet, but he practised in restoring dislocations only. He was a regular communicant of the church, and officiated as a vestryman, until his death. ‘July 19th, 1751,’ says the record, ‘died Captain Benoni Sweet, of North Kingstown, in the ninetieth year of his age; Dr. McSparran preached his funeral sermon, and buried him in the cemetery of his ancestors.'” [History of the Episcopal Church in Narragansett, Rhode Island, page 94.]
“SWEET, Capt. Benoni, in 90th year, buried in his own family yard.” [Vital Record of Rhode Island, 1636-1850, v.10, page 384]
Benoni Sweet (1663 – 1751)
is my 7th great grandfather
Dr. James Sweet (1686 – 1751)
son of Benoni Sweet
Thomas Sweet (1732 – 1813)
son of Dr. James Sweet
Thomas Sweet (1759 – 1844)
son of Thomas Sweet
Valentine Sweet (1791 – 1858)
son of Thomas Sweet
Sarah LaVina Sweet (1840 – 1923)
daughter of Valentine Sweet
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Sarah LaVina Sweet
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse
The Bonesetter Sweets
Of South County, Rhode Island
By Martha R. McPartland
In colonial America, graduates of medical schools were few and far between. In Rhode Island there were only five medical school graduates practicing in 1800 and the first medical degree awarded in the state was a Brown University in 1814. Prior to that period, from its founding in 1636, Rhode Island had many men called “Doctor” with
little or no qualifications to back up their title. Some were the seventh son of a seventh son, and so believed to be endowed with special healing power; some were charlatans with a smattering of education and glib tongues, who took advantage of misfortune and ignorance; still others had a natural flair for caring for the sick and were able to relieve much suffering. In the last category was a remarkable family from the southern part of Rhode Island called, and still recalled, as the “Bonesetter Sweets.”
The Sweets were an old Rhode Island family whose progenitor, John Sweet, came to the state from Salem, Massachusetts in 1637. Of Welsh extraction, family tradition has it that their forbears in Wales had this innate facility for helping the sick. James Sweet , son of the immigrant, John, was the first of the American “Bonesetter Sweets.” He was born in 1622, came to Rhode Island with his parents, married Mary Greene and settled in what is commonly called South County, and more correctly named Washington County. Of the nine children of James and Mary Sweet, only Benoni , born in 1663, became a bonesetter. Traditionally, Benoni is said to have had a flowery and polished
manner—perhaps a forerunner of the bedside manner possessed by some of today’s medical men! He was called “Doctor” Sweet and his practice consisted of setting bones. He was a respected member of the community and a communicant of the historic Narragansett Church. When he died in 1751, Dr. James McSarren, rector of the
church, delivered a glowing eulogy. The inherited ability to set bones was not regarded by the Sweets as a vocation, but rather as an avocation. They were artisans by calling—stonemasons, blacksmiths, wheel-wrights, and carpenters. Bone setting was a sideline, as is demonstrated by an advertisement in the Providence Journal of February 16, 1830 and printed at the top or the first page of this article.
The remarkable part of this family was the fact that they never exploited their natural ability. Not one of them sought fame or fortune through this medium. The father usually selected one or two of his sons, probably those who showed a tendency in that direction, and instructed them in bonesetting. The Sweets did not deem this a magical thing, but more of an inherited knowledge acquired from their elders. They handled fractures, sprains, and dislocations with a skill to be envied by an orthopedic physician. Their skill was in the manipulation of bones but they were known to use herbs, ointments, and skunk grease in massaging too. Their knack was thought uncanny, as they so often succeeded where others, more learned and “better trained,” had failed. Instances naming local doctors who failed to relieve suffering that was later relieved by one of the Sweets have become a part of South County folklore.
Dr. Benoni Sweet selected his son, James , to carry on the family art. James was born in 1688 and not too much is known of his successes, but it was Job Sweet, son of James, who gained national recognition and established their bonesetting reputation. Job was born in 1724 and married Jemima Sherman in 1750. He lived all his life in the South County section of Rhode Island.
simple ways to heal your skin in the bath
John Hooker, John Hoker or John Vowell (c. 1527–1601) was an English writer, solicitor, antiquary, civic administrator and advocate of republican government. He wrote an eye-witness account of the siege of Exeter that took place during the Prayer Book Rebellion in 1549. From 1555 to his death he was chamberlain of that city, though he spent several years in Ireland as legal adviser to Sir Peter Carew during his claim to lands there. He was, for short periods, a member of both the Irish and English parliaments and wrote an influential treatise on parliamentary procedure. He was one of the editors of the second edition of Raphael Holinshed’s Chronicles, published in 1587. His last, unpublished and probably uncompleted work was the first topographical description of the county of Devon.
John Vowell Hooker (1526 – 1601)
is my 11th great grandfather
Mary Hooker (1567 – 1617)
daughter of John Vowell Hooker
John (Dr) Greene (1597 – 1659)
son of Mary Hooker
Mary Greene (1633 – 1686)
daughter of John (Dr) Greene
Benoni Sweet (1663 – 1751)
son of Mary Greene
Dr. James Sweet (1686 – 1751)
son of Benoni Sweet
Thomas Sweet (1732 – 1813)
son of Dr. James Sweet
Thomas Sweet (1759 – 1844)
son of Thomas Sweet
Valentine Sweet (1791 – 1858)
son of Thomas Sweet
Sarah LaVina Sweet (1840 – 1923)
daughter of Valentine Sweet
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Sarah LaVina Sweet
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse
Hooker was born at Bourbridge Hall in Exeter, Devon, England. He was the second son of Robert Vowell or Hooker and Agnes Doble, his third wife. The Vowell family had acquired the name Hooker in the 15th century, but usually retained the earlier name; in fact John Hooker was known as John Vowell for much of his life. By the time he was born the family had been prominent in Exeter for several generations. Hooker received an excellent classical education, reading Roman law at Oxford followed by a period in Europe studying with leading Protestant divines, notably Pietro Martire Vermigli.
In the 1540s he married Martha, daughter of Robert Tucker of Exeter and they had three sons and two daughters. By 1586, Martha had died and he had married Anastryce (c. 1540–1599), daughter of Edward Bridgeman of Exeter. They had seven sons and five daughters. In later life his health failed and he died in Exeter some time between 26 January and 15 September in 1601 and was probably buried in the cathedral. He was the uncle of Richard Hooker, the influential Anglican theologian.
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[I denounce those who chose] to supporte the authoritie of the Idoll of Rome whome they never sawe in contempte of their trewe & lawfull kinge, whom they knewe and oughte to obeye.
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— Hooker, on the siege of Exeter, in The description of the citie of Excester, 1.67
During the Prayer Book Rebellion in 1549 he experienced at first hand the siege of Exeter, leaving a vivid account of its events in which he made no effort to conceal his religious sympathies. From 1551 to 1553 he was employed by Myles Coverdale during his short incumbency as Bishop of Exeter; and then in 1555 he became the first chamberlain of Exeter, a post that he held until his death.
As chamberlain he was responsible for the city’s finances, he dealt with disputes between guilds and merchants, oversaw the rebuilding of the high school, planted many trees in the city, and collected and put in order the city’s archives. He used these archives to compile his “Annals” of the City in which he details the characteristics of every Tudor mayor of Exeter, and in 1578 he also wrote and published The Lives of the Bishops of Exeter. In 1570/71 he was the MP for Exeter.
At a time when it was deemed essential for cities and nations to have ancient lineage, Hooker described the foundation of Exeter by Corinaeus, nephew of Brutus of Britain, son of Aeneas. He advocated emulating the governmental institutions of the Roman Republic which, in his opinion, brought Rome to greatness, and held the municipal government of Exeter up as a model republican commonwealth worthy of emulation.
Ireland
In 1568, possibly because he regarded himself as underpaid for the work he was doing for the city, Hooker was persuaded by Sir Peter Carew to go with him to Ireland to be his legal adviser. He also organised Carew’s papers in support of his claim for the barony of Idrone, a task to which he committed himself so deeply that in 1569 he was returned to the Irish parliament as member for Athenry. Hooker later wrote a biography of Carew, The dyscourse and dyscoverye of the lyffe of Sir Peter Carew, in which he almost certainly understated the deceit and aggression behind Carew’s Irish venture.
Until Carew’s death in 1575, Hooker spent much time in Ireland, but he had also been returned to the English parliament in 1571 as one of the burgessesof Exeter. The session had only lasted a few weeks, but he kept a journal in which he accurately recorded the proceedings. His experiences in the Irish and English parliaments led him to write a treatise on parliamentary practice, The Order and Usage how to Keepe a Parlement in England, which was published in two editions in 1572. One edition had a preface addressed to William FitzWilliam, the Lord Deputy of Ireland and was clearly intended to bring order to the Irish assembly; the other was addressed to the Exeter city authorities, presumably to aid his successor burgesses. In writing his treatise Hooker took much inspiration from the Modus Tenendi Parliamentum, a treatise from the early 14th century.
In 1586 Hooker again represented Exeter in parliament. At this time he was one of the editors of the second edition of Raphael Holinshed’s Chronicles, which was published in 1587. Hooker’s Order and Usage was included and he contributed an updated history of Ireland, including parts of his Life of Carew and a translation of Expugnatio Hibernica (“Conquest of Ireland”) by Gerald of Wales. In his Irish section he again made his religious and political sympathies very clear, repeatedly denouncing the Catholicism of the native Irish, seeing it as the cause both of their poverty and rebelliousness. Rome, he wrote, is “the pestilent hydra” and the pope “the sonne of sathan, and the manne of sinne, and the enimie unto the crosse of Christ, whose bloodthirstiness will never be quenched”.
Later life
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a verye ancient towne … and maye be equall with some cities for it is the cheffe emporium of that countrie and most inhabited with merchantes whose cheffest trade in tyme of peace was with Spayne … it is a clene and sweete towne, very well paved…
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— Hooker, on Barnstaple, in Synopsis Corographical, 261-262
Hooker continued to serve Exeter in his later years, becoming coroner in 1583 and recorder in 1590. He was also appointed as steward of Bradninch by Sir Walter Raleigh in 1587.[1] By this time he was involved in the long task of organising and writing his historically-based description of his home county that he called Synopsis Corographical of the county of Devon. He probably started work on this before his friend Richard Carew began writing his similar Survey of Cornwall.[2]In writing his Synopsis, Hooker was influenced by the style and structure of William Harrison’sDescription of England, which had been published in 1577 as part of the first edition of Holinshed’sChronicles.[1]
Although Hooker revised Synopsis many times, he probably never completed it to his satisfaction. The work exists today as two almost identical manuscripts which were used as source material for many later topographical descriptions of the county: Thomas Westcote’s Survey of Devon of 1630, and Tristram Risdon’s Chorographical Description or Survey of the County of Devon (c. 1632) are examples.
Works
Orders Enacted for Orphans and for their Portions within the Citie of Exeter, London, 1575
The Antique Description and Account of the City of Exeter: In Three Parts, All Written Purely by John Vowell, Alias Hoker
The order and usage of the keepingng of a parlement in England, 1572
A pamphlet of the offices and duties of everie particular sworned officer of the citie of Excester (sic) 1584
The Life and Times of Sir Peter Carew
The power of Nextdoor! An Atlanta group organized a fundraising event through the site to help a local clinic.
Neighbors Magen Gamble and Lori Harris, who helped organize the event. Photo courtesy of the Newnan Times-Herald.
Thanks to two good samaritans and one post on a Nextdoor website, an Atlanta-area charity will have quite the Christmas.
Magen Gamble and Lori Harris are two residents and members of Nextdoor Featherston Heights who are determined to raise money for charity this holiday season. Magen and Lori posted on Nextdoor, asking for their neighbors to purchase small luminaries, with proceeds going to the Coweta Samaritan Clinic, a local clinic that provides free primary medical care to uninsured local residents.
More than 100 neighbors responded and are planning to participate in the neighborhood’s first annual luminaria fundraiser. In total, over 3,000 luminarias will be lit throughout the Featherston Heights neighborhood, using more than 1,200 pounds of sands and thousands of candles.
“It all came together so quickly, it’s been amazing to watch,”…
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We all have shadow elements in our personalities. The attributes that reside in our blind side are clear to others but never to ourselves. Nations have not only espionage in the dark, but also shadow aspects of culture, hidden from the national personality. This explains why nationalism often leads to irrational pride as well as prejudice against people we do not know. We learned about torture by the CIA and without examination of the facts most Americans decided it was okay under the circumstances. What is so odd about that is they knew nothing about the circumstances. When the news broke that Cuba and the US would begin to talk about resuming relations, many Americans recoiled in horror because they don’t understand what the status quo entails. Nobody else in the world has an embargo against Cuba, and the US dollar is the official currency of the island. They make lots of money from tourism, including from plenty of Americans who travel on flights through Mexico, or on their big fat yachts. There is nothing to loose by resuming a diplomatic relationship, and much to gain.
I went to Havana through Miami in about 1995. I bought my package through a tour agency but did not apply for a special visa. I went to the airport and was allowed to board the plane with the Cubans from Miami who had permission in those days to visit a couple of times a year. There was a grand inquisition at the Miami airport and the CIA busted some people in the holding room who had money..more cash than was permitted. Dogs were brought in and detected the extra currency. I had a ticket but no specific study agenda in Cuba. The immigration officer at Miami international asked me what I was going to do in Cuba. I responded that I planned to study dance. I produced a tiny slip of note paper with my teacher’s address in Havana. He asked where I had met her. I told him in a dance workshop in Tucson. He turned to the dozen or so CIA dudes there and said, “If you believe her, she can go”. I went!! The Cubans on the flight were quite amazed that I made it on the flight. I was the last one out of the Havana airport because I was not carrying a “gusano”, a giant duffle bag full of goods, which are taxed by Cuba. They were puzzled when I told them I did not know anyone in Cuba and would not give away my things. I flew back to Miami with nothing at all. I gave away all my clothes, toothpaste, pens, and the suitcase itself.
I spent 4 days, and visited both my dance teacher and the family of a Cuban friend of mine. She gave me cash and asked me to take them out to a fancy dinner. It was all arranged at the buffet in my hotel. Only foreign tourists are allowed in the hotels. Since I had invited them, they had the rare privilege to experience the tourist facilities in their own city. They dressed up heavily and came at all hours of the day to see me. Since we were sitting in the lobby or in the dining room I had no problems with the staff. When I asked about bringing my dance teacher to the pool for a swimming lesson, that was quite another matter. The pool staff and the housekeeper in my room told me I would NEVER get a Cuban into that pool. This housekeeper had been invited by her own aunt, who was a hotel guest visiting from Spain, but was not permitted to sit poolside. I took this as a challenge, and convinced the concierge that it would be too embarrassing for me to retract the swim invitation I had already made to my friend. I whipped out the Spanish word pena, and wallowed in it. The argument took a while, but eventually I wore her down and was given a special permission to borrow a kick board for the use of a Cuban in the hotel pool. We had our lesson with many hotel staff members looking on in both shock and admiration. I won my personal little social revolution in the pool, and felt very satisfied.
I learned a lot while I was there. Since that time much has changed, and is obviously soon will change more rapidly. What struck me about the Cuban people was their resourcefulness and affection for life. They are the kings cariño, and the soul musicians and dancers of the Caribbean. They cook, they laugh, they party, they dance, in seriously limited circumstances. They accept the fact that their revolution has resulted in repression and dictatorship, and yet they still have pride in that revolution. They suffer from economic problems we do not imagine, and respond with creativity. I thought when I went that the relations between our countries would be resolved soon. Then Elian Gonzalez came to Miami in 2003, and was deported back to Cuba. Laws changed, visiting rights were withdrawn, and we slipped into another decade of the same separatist policy. I am not sure I will go to Cuba again, but do recommend it for anyone interested in music, architecture or tropical culture. There is no need for us to remain clueless about Cuba. There is much to learn about the rise and fall of communism. While we were busy being excessive about capitalism, they were busy with their communist revolution. The results vary, gentle readers. Neither communism nor capitalism has yielded such fabulous peace on earth. Let’s get over our ancient political categories to examine the potential for good. This deal was brokered by the cutest Pope in the Vatican, my man Francis. I am pleased that higher logic is being used to resolve this issue.
Jupiter is by far the most massive planet in our solar system. The Roman god Jupiter was worshiped as the purveyor of the universe. He was the ruler of the daytime sky, the god of lightning and thunder, and the political deity of the Roman state. As king of the gods he administered the cosmos. He is the son of Saturn, known for his jovial nature. Jove, as in by Jove the English expression, refers to the god Jupiter. Thursday is his day and protection of the state is his mission. He was the main man in the pantheon when Jesus was born in a Roman colony. He was revered for his reputation for abundance and good fortune, as well as very fine organizational and judicial skills. He was known for bringing chaos to order.
The fifth planet from the sun is now retrograde from the point of view of the earth. This means that due to our orbits around the sun, Jupiter appears from the earth to travel in reverse. This phenomena has significance in astrology, representing a chance to go over events in the past and make improvements. The Jupiter retrograde period will last until April, ending just as US taxes will be due. It represents a chance to review our organization and abundance issues. This time is a portal to edit and remake your own movie that has been running since last September. You do not have to believe in the power of Jupiter to know that good fortune regularly follows good organization. There is no need to worship the god of the daytime sky to use this time to significantly improve your own judgement and organization. Americans need to review the year for the IRS, if not for Jupiter. Take your habits through an honest evaluation aimed at creating more joviality and order. We all have room for improvement, Gentle Readers. What did you start last September that is not properly organized? Imagine jolly Jupiter guiding you through tax preparation and New Year’s resolutions. Redirect your attention to all that brings you joy. Rigorously remove disorder and chaos that clutter your life. Finish what you started, either by discarding it or completing it.
Angels were common before Jesus was born. There were happy spirits protecting humans all over the pre-Christian world. Some people today debate the powers and presence attributed to angels because we know them through story and legend. Their existence is a rhetorical belief, but there has been no empirical evidence that proves they are here with us. December is a very popular time to display angels and even dress up and portray them in live nativity scenes. In the darkest month of the Northern Hemisphere’s year, angels usher in the light. They often wear white, have white wings and a bright body halo. They are messengers, beings of light, that assist humans on both sides of the grave. They intercede for the benefit of humans.
December is the right time to settle into a hot herbal bath, light a candle, and put out the do not disturb sign for the human element. Around the winter solstice have a conversation with angels. If this is easy and natural for you, pray and get in touch with the angelic realm. If you need some help getting used to the idea of being surrounded by beings of light, do some meditating. Soak in the aromas of your scented tub, breathing deeply and leave thought behind. Have a conversation, out loud or in your mind, with the spirit guardians of your life. Imagining the presence of another dimension, allow yourself to say what is in your heart and ask for help that you know you need. You can do it with eyes open our closed. Using this method is a formula to make wishes come true. Belief in our angels is belief in supernatural powers at work on our behalf. Speaking to angels has been done by all kinds of people without shame or embarrassment for a very long time. The time is right to tell your deepest wishes to the angels, Gentle Readers.
Christmas is such an anticipated holiday in America that it leaves lasting impressions on children. If I dig deeply into my memories of Christmas past there are certain phases that marked my history of celebrating.
The house was small and the farm very big. My grandmother made bread and cookies all the time. At Christmas she cranked up the volume and included cinnamon rolls. We played Chinese checkers, regular checkers, and Parcheesi. Between baking with my grandma and playing games with my grandpa all my wishes came true. I don’t know what my parents did, but I was always thrilled to be in Lincoln, Arkansas at the farm.
Pittsburgh had excellent quality building snow, so my friends and I constructed forts and had snowball wars. We had sleds, toboggans, and ice skates. At holiday break we were free to slip and slide all over town in our preferred method. We did have caroling in the 50’s with people showing up at your house singing and very cold. You were to invite them inside and give them hot chocolate. My mother made fruitcake (of which I was never a fan) and pralines (which were the best).
Special songs of the season, often with no religious connotations, are sung by bands of traveling musicians. The parranda grows as the host at each home visited joins the group and travels to the next home. Sometimes extemporaneous lyrics are created to flatter the host or the neighborhood. My parents were huge appreciators of the art form, and my dad was the boss of all the people in the petroleum camp. For this reason our house was the last stop of the night. The bar would open and the musicians would stay for hours, playing harps, rhythm instruments, cuatros, and guitars.
I had neither funds nor interest in entertaining like my parents had done. I did still like the large crowd festivities, but preferred to make the occasion pot luck. I still love this form of celebrating because each cook showcases something special that they want to prepare. I also like the progressive dinner, which goes from house to house for each course. Those seem to have fallen out of favor today, but they were fun while they lasted.
There is something excellent about paying others to do all the preparations and clean up for holidays. I spent wonderful holidays all over the world, in Chamonix, Swiss ski resorts, and one superb Christmas in Maui. If you have the extra cash and don’t mind traveling at peak times (when I did it the peak was not so hard to take) being in another land with room service can be a really good way to make the holiday season. Instead of making effort at home, the energy and money is spent on the travel itself.
We like to stay close to home and make very little fuss about our December now. I am working hard to clear space and give away old items rather than acquire any new ones. I use seasonal plants for decorations these days because I just don’t bother with electric lights and other time consuming ways to change the decor. We have no tree, and each year I give away more ornaments and outdoor decorative items. Not only are we happier during the season, we have nothing much to strike in January. This year we may zip up to Scottsdale for a meal at Posh and the farmers’ market. This is our family trip with our dog, who adores the FireSky Resort. The low key way to celebrate suits our lifestyle and our budget.
hot springs and Hello Kitty???What could be more therapeutic???