Some dates you never forget. The configuration of the room, the season, the temp. The people who showed up. Those not.
When you got the news of Kennedy being shot, when the first plane flew into one of the Twin Towers – so you could turn on the live TV coverage to watch the second improbable crash.… ...
Several years ago I published a book, followed by another and another, with one in the works… Who knew I had an affinity for one, let alone a lot?
Well… you know who and you know how, you get the gist.… ...
I never had imaginary friends as child.
Did you? If not, read this to understand: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imaginary_friend
But I read and read and read. My family lived in small communities, sparsely populated and countrified.
My psychologist friends tell me that I am fortunate: as the oldest child I was allowed to read and play, not conscripted as caregiver to my three younger sibs.… ...
My husband and I are not obsessive text-tweet-selfie-posting fools. When we vacation, we unplug. In today’s vernacular the term is off-grid: no emails, no postcards, no phone home. We liberate ourselves from the entrapments of daily life and self-interest to immerse ourselves in what’s new, immense, and worshipful abroad, to grow larger versions of ourselves.… ...
Several weeks ago my husband and I flew, turn-around quick, to Michigan to attend the funeral of one of his mentors, the father of his high school chum. The flight, turbulent literally and figuratively, took far less time than the famous farmer shown, but we were no less dedicated to the trip.… ...
My husband and I revel in travel. We’ve been to all 50 states and 40 countries in the world. Hurrah!
Our travel agent is a fortunate man because we usually bring our trips to him, so that he books appropriate air travel and the occasional side excursion, benefitting from the fees that our tour company pays to booking agents.… ...
It was a spectacular summer day in Hoosierland, and we were on the fly. Radio rocking our rental car, zooming at 75 mph on the Interstate, slicing Midwestern humidity like a butter knife.
We’d landed at O’Hare a couple of days earlier, intent on re-connecting first with old friends in Wilmette, Illinois.… ...
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Swapping out clothes – Winter for Summer wares – an annual rite of Spring. A household cleansing of spirit, re-connecting with my wealth of wear via the mundane.
As I sheathed and unsheathed the clothes according to their seasons, repurposing plastic cleaner bags to shield them from six months of dust, I noted how many of the clothes hadn’t been worn… Once.… ...
Today is our wedding anniversary! Hurrah and hallelujah!
Since I have been in a miracle mindset, let me repeat: one of the three best miracles of my life is the night I met Larry Colando by the beer keg. The other two are my birth and my re-birth.… ...