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...
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...
