Jan 16, 2018 | A Day In My Life
Most people in this world have something they’re good at—a talent or activity, so to speak. Maybe it’s cooking or crocheting, both of which my Grandma Rosa has mastered. Or perhaps it’s a sport, such as baseball or running, that my husband excels at. Me? I don’t have...
Jan 15, 2018 | A Day In My Life
Returning to my hometown of Ashland, Oregon was the best decision I ever made. Ashland’s charming streets and warm community welcomed me in as if no time had passed. There was nothing like breathing in fresh mountain air or the sight of black-tail deer noshing on the...
Jan 13, 2018 | A Day In My Life
The gin clear waters off Key Largo were the last place I expected to find the dark side of paradise, but there it was, bobbing on the gentle waves. I pointed it out to Leroy, the captain of the LunaSea. He did a double take. “Looks like we got us a square grouper.” I...
Jan 12, 2018 | A Day In My Life
THE MORNING the deceased came into my life I woke up with a start, the way I had when I was a kid. Lifting my head from the pillow, I squinted at pale June daylight leaking through the gap in the bedroom drapes. No doubt about it; I felt different. Eager. Ambitious....
Jan 11, 2018 | A Day In My Life
I’m swearing off men. Forever. You would too if you’d found your hair stylist husband in flagrante dilecto with one of his hair models. In our own bed! So I’m divorcing the lowlife and attempting to boost my spirits by touring Cornwall with a lovable group of Iowa...
Jan 10, 2018 | A Day In My Life
Is it already seven o’clock? I’ve hardly slept! I was up too late drinking coffee and talking politics with Pappa yesterday evening. The Britishers have put Gandhiji in prison again, and Pappa doesn’t know if it’s wise to add his name to the list of lawyers decrying...
