This past Monday night, Oct. 27, taking back roads home from Greenville, South Carolina, what did I see in the window of a modest brick ranch out the passenger side window?
I'm Just Saying
I tend to be hyperaware when synchronicity occurs. But even if these events seem meaningful, and I’m quite sure they must be meaningful, generally I can’t figure out why.
It sits staring down at me from the top of the refrigerator, smug in its power, attractive in its red and black, Scottish plaid, container:
Oh, the mistake of cracking our bedroom’s french doors, leading to a back deck, for the cats to go in and out!
My eldest brother is currently traveling through England to visit and document my mother’s side of the family.
Positively wiggling with excitement, not unlike the terriers at dinnertime, Paul, hunter-gatherer that he is, came bursting through the front door with the prey he had tracked all the way to Costco
As I celebrate yet another trip around the sun in the next week, it is my hope that, if nothing else, I’ve picked up various scraps of wisdom that is supposedly the trade-off for crows feet and tha
My mother once told me, while vigorously polishing the silver, that when she had last traveled to England to visit her own mother, she had watched her settle down upon the sofa and was horrified to
Here’s the deal: if you’re going to be “nekkid” and take what could end up potentially being agonizingly embarrassing photographs of yourself, you really can’t be too surprised when they end up in
One of my dear friends, divorced for eons, has just done something I think is tremendously brave.
She went out on a date.