When I got home from my Spanish class on Friday, I realized that I had left my favorite jacket in the classroom at the community college. Frantic, I texted the teacher to see if...
Last week I walked into a supermarket and just inside the door was a huge display of Easter Lilies. I buried my nose in the first one at face level and immediately was transported...
I grew up not far from Lake Superior but never heard of its “ice road” until two weeks ago. During much of the year, a ferry runs between mainland Wisconsin and the town of...
Pretty much everybody above a certain age complains about forgetting words. It’s a common curse of getting older. Remembering names is something on which I’ve always prided myself but now that seem to be...
A couple of weeks ago, we brought home a twelve-week old terror, oops……..I mean terrier…… puppy. Our beloved Cinnamon died last spring and for so long, I couldn’t even bear to think of getting...
I hear that writing your own obituary has become popular and in fact, I know a couple of people who have already prepared theirs. I have mixed feelings about it. One person’s explanation that...
Almost every time I walk in the mornings, I pass the same smiling older man, walking his dogs and going in the opposite direction. He has two large, good natured dogs who pull him...
At a memorial service, the daughter of the woman who had passed away told a delightful story about her mother, who was my friend. She described the stove that her mother had in their...
I am a planner-aheader. I’m much more comfortable if I have a firm idea of what I’m going to do and when I’m going to do it. My husband, on the other hand, is...
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a gypsy. The Spanish word for a gypsy woman is “gitana” and I know this because I looked it up for my language...
