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...
We were out running errands yesterday and stopped for a quick lunch at a fast food place. The person who took our order was genuinely upbeat and friendly — and while we were eating...
I was standing outside city hall in Wallace, Idaho last Friday when a man came breezing past and asked if I was in town for the 74th Annual Gyros Days Lead Creek Derby and...
I had breakfast with a friend last week and the two of us had a good time laughing about control issues. We’ve both recently retired and apparently without businesses of our own, we’re looking...
Fifteen years ago on the way to Montana we stopped in Wallace, Idaho for dinner and I had the best hot turkey sandwich of my life. A hot turkey sandwich is the measure against which...
I’m thinking this morning about shared memories in marriages and in friendships and how they help maintain relationships. Remember when the kids were small, when one of them won an award, screwed up at...
I love painting. I think it’s so much fun to transform a room with different colors and even if the change isn’t a huge one, it still looks fresh and new. A bunch of...
