At last. A bona fide perk of old age. At least for us elders in California. Scarcely able to believe what I was seeing in the San Diego...

As the holiday approached, I found myself looking back to the past years’ Labor Days and came across something I wrote seven years ago....

In my small circle, July brought forth three baby boys and one very large cucumber. I had nothing to do with birthing the young boys; I...

I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer...

When I die, I hope it’s peony season and my children place full lush blossoms everywhere when they celebrate. Not that I’ve died, but the...

Once up a time, I wrote a book. The inspiration for my first book was a poem—“Invitation to a Voyage”—by Charles Baudelaire, one of the...

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

Never paid much attention to Galentine’s Day, although I adored Amy Poehler’s Leslie Knope character on Parks and Recreation. Galentine’s...

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

Somehow with the time change, it seems the shadows are longer. “Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one’s own...

Connie and I sat next to each other, both with coffee in hand, just before the workshop on writing articles for magazines started at ten...

We were together at twilight time. As we strolled, holding hands after Cadillac margaritas and carne asada fajitas at our neighborhood...