Musing About the Holidays
Thanksgiving has been my favorite holiday for as long as I remember. The scalloped corn at Grandma Gowdy’s,…
Yearning
I’ve been thinking what a change it is for me that travel doesn’t excite me so much anymore.…
Fairy Feet Revisited
The siding crews are still banging away, though thankfully they have moved on from our townhome. Since the…
Daring To Ignore Patterns
Last week, I got a call from a family member who said they would be in town next…
Passing Clouds
I just woke up from a forty-five-minute nap I managed to take even though workers were pounding on…
Befriending My Belly
One of my readers asked what accreditation I was preparing for and I thought if one person was…
Change
I keep coming back to the question of what writing about aging actually means to me. I haven’t…
Scrap of Paper
I was eager to sit down and write this week’s post because I had finally followed some advice…
What’s the Hurry?
“Where are you going?” my teacher said sharply to me. “What are you doing?” After five years of…