I grew up in a town of a only a thousand people. One main street, two blocks long, the usual shops — and being a resort area, an assortment of stores that we called...

We have an electric toothbrush with an expectation of two minutes of brushing time.  When we use it we say we are “going under the brush”.  I think the two minutes are probably typical...

In my language class we have names that correspond to Spanish ones.  I easily segued to Maria.  Vincent was for those two hours Vincente, Bill became Guillermo, Connie was Constanza and so on.  An...

Years ago when our children were very young, we had an activist friend who visited often.  He liked to amuse himself by having our kids march around the room, pumping their little fists in...

I was bored yesterday. I wanted to DO something. “You can do lots of things,” my husband informed me. “You can read or write or sew or cook or work outside, you can go...

There was a young woman I knew a long time ago. She had lank brown hair, her clothes were misshapen and out of style.  Her mother was dead, her father a loner who ran...

The Home for Wayward Babydolls is a wonderfully creepy place in eastern Kentucky. Babydolls that have been lost, run over, or thrown away get a new home. Missing arms, legs or eyes?  No problem....

We went to a brunch buffet yesterday and I remembered that several years ago we took my husband’s mother to one of these.  She was heading down the long, hard road of dementia but...

Tom Westbrook was one of my heroes.  He was a great believer in humanity and the central tenet of his faith was “we are all the same”.  He said it often, he even once...

Mr Rogers had a beautiful segment and a song about growing things in the garden of your mind, a piece that I love. I recently came across a video that instantly made me think...