I listened to the annual reading of the Declaration of Independence on NPR and was once again touched and humbled by the thoughtful and precise wording, the straightforward logic and the outright power of...

I learned something yesterday: Ask.  Or maybe I should say don’t ask.  The handle for my crock pot cover has been broken for a while and it requires a minor feat of engineering to remove the...

I originally started watching a couple of television series with the subtitles turned on because my husband was having trouble understanding the names and the British accents on Game of Thrones and Mr Selfridge....

I like curly, dark green leaf lettuces — my husband thinks those qualify as bitter.  He could easily live life with no lettuce except iceberg — though I keep trying to convince him that...

A woman I know proudly told me that she spends half an hour each morning, making and straightening the bed until she is satisfied it meets her specifications.  She wouldn’t last around here —...

I’ve come to recognize the occupants of the Memory Care unit where my mother in law lives and I was surprised the other day to see a man that I didn’t know, strolling the...

In the Alzheimer’s facility where my husband’s mother lives, there’s a resident that the staff refers to as a “shopper”, their term for someone who wanders into other people’s rooms and takes things.  “It’s...

One of my favorite pieces of music is Simon and Garfunkel’s 59th Street Bridge Song.  Slow down, you move too fast. It’s a great song, it’s just not very easy for me to put that...

I smile whenever I hear an Appalachian accent.  We moved to eastern Kentucky in the early 1970’s when my husband was hired to teach announcing at a university there.  The colloquialisms were picturesque and...

A lot of my memories seem to have diners, restaurants or cafes as backdrops and I remember stopping at one of those train car diners a long time ago someplace in Pennsylvania. Our kids...