One of our sons had a “milestone” birthday a couple of weeks ago. There was a large multi-generational party with thirty or forty people, including ten kids. Parental perks included helping plan the party...
Paul Simon wrote a beautiful song called “Old Friends”. I thought of it when I got an email from someone in my hometown and she signed her letter, “Your Childhood Friend”. What a sweet,...
The house where I grew up was sold last year. I know this because someone who was in high school with me is a realtor in my northern Wisconsin hometown of Eagle River...
I was at one of those big box grocery stores the other morning. It was pouring rain. Not the normal misty rain that Seattle normally gets in the winter. It was a downpour. I...
Our newspaper yesterday had a piece about New Year’s resolutions. Don’t make a plan to go to the gym, go on a diet, or walk five miles a day. You could easily end up...
If you get my posts via email, apologies to Trevor Noah. Thanks, Billie Tveit, for pointing out I turned his first and last names around. Definitely not the first time I’ve done that. If...
I heard Trevor Noah talking about the rap artist Lizzo, describing how she changed a word in a song when she discovered it was objectionable. His point: Hers is a different generation. She wasn’t...
Every four years I become a soccer fan. I unabashedly love the World Cup. I’m not such a fanatic that I get up to see games that start at 2 AM in my time...
My husband’s mother got a lot of things confused, even before she was diagnosed with dementia. She made us laugh when one time she very seriously said my husband’s cousin had “joined Triple A”....
I ran through the woods with my sister chasing me. I was six years old, she was seventeen. I laughed and charged wildly along the trails, dodging branches and rocks, loving the game until...
