Over the years since I lost my loving husband, travel has provided immeasurable amounts of healing. To Marfa with Janice and Frank; to...

Like everything else on my body, my earlobes have sagged. Not surprising for earlobes more than eight decades old. Not really a concern...

Is it too late to become a ballerina? Each Friday morning at ten o’clock, I struggle to disprove popular opinion. The will is there—oh...

Both in my newly formed writing group and my touring at the art museum, I’m focusing on newer, stronger, adjectives in my...

It's been decades since I wrote with a specific request. This year, it's imperative that I beg. I've been good. Santa, please, please...

Harvest time. Not fruits of my bygone Camelot, Lush wine grapes Juicy oranges. Instead, the modest kumquat Is sought From my hillside...

Indulging in one final guilty pleasure before beginning the trials of New-Year’s-Resolutions-eating, I opened the small brown bag...

Via Zoom, Jan, my good Duplicate-bridge-playing-friend, said, “Can we take a break? I want a V-8.” We did. When we resumed, I heard the...

Can it be possible that the seemingly endless scourge that has gripped our lives for more than two years is finally surrendering to...

Last year's post worth another look. And wanted to share a gift on Valentine's - news of the a upcoming exhibit from The San Diego Museum...

Geez. I still smell like I spent the night with an unwashed mechanic…oily and garage-like. Stridently attacking my Five Lists 2022, ...

I am an incurable list maker—never more in my sweet spot than at the beginning of the New Year when it’s time to write resolutions....

Lost in translation in a QR Code nation. Weird sensation Increasing presence in my everyday life of a two-dimensional square made up of...

A case of the dressing room giggles which sometimes turned into guffaws may have been the most fun I’ve had in a couple of years… What is...

"You and your book are in the news! See page 11. Congratulations." said the email from the PR people. "Wait is that you?" Gail asked a...

Harvest time. Not fruits of my bygone Camelot, Lush wine grapes Juicy oranges. Instead, the modest kumquat Is sought From my hillside...

Here we are, all masked souls. At least a large majority of us. Or is the majority not so large? Whether you think masking is good or...

The long and winding road to flat belly… In reality the road is long, but not winding. In order for me to pare down the girth of my...

Twelve years ago, my granddaughter, Chesapeake Woods with hair the color of orange marmalade, was born and I bought a book for her, a...