If I ever write a sequel to The Dog Ate My Planner, I’ve already got the title. I’m not especially sensitive to heat, but when
Last summer, I tried meditating – the premier activity, it seems, for staying in the present rather than worrying about the future or ruminating about
In honor of my late mom, who might very well have worn it today, I’m proud to announce that her favorite navy jacket is undergoing
Last night, Billy Collins came to town for a reading at Bexley (OH) High School. The 2001-2003 poet laureate is my all-time favorite poet, and
What could be better than hanging out with nearly 200 people who cheer people up for a living? That was the scene at the Association
It’s hard to admit this, but with so many worthier things to grieve, I’m feeling sad about the loss of my food processor. Big Oskar’s
Don’t worry about the plunging weekend temperatures. According to my daughter-in-law, we’ll be in the clear when we have three snows after the forsythia blooms.
For the past six months, I’ve pulled into the garage and groaned. It’s not that I dreaded coming home. I just hated looking at the
Call me sentimental, but each time a store I love closes in Columbus, OH, I hold on to some memento of its happier times. With
The black sweater was on the “reduced” rack at Nordstrom. Even so, I was sure the sales clerk would be grateful for my vigilance. “There’s