I’ve heard women say, “I don’t want to become my mother as I grow older.” How sad. If someone tells me I’m like my mom, I consider it a huge compliment. My mother and I were best friends. I think you’d have liked her. If you never had that privilege, you can get just a […]
Nov 3, 2025
The Older I Get
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The older I get, ..the more I value family and friends and life and the less concerned I am about surface stuff, …the more I appreciate old values, old friends, old remedies to ills, physical and emotional, and spiritual. …the more I want to hug my loved ones …the more I see humor in inconsequential […]
Oct 21, 2025
My Friend Nemo
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I’m so sad to report this morning that yesterday, my dear little friend of nearly sixteen years, Nemo, passed away. He was my guardian, writing partner, and companion with a freckled nose, short legs, and a waggy tail. He had been failing for several years and, at the last, he was blind and deaf. However, […]
Oct 11, 2025
Ned McNeil
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She really knew how to push my guilt button. I had plenty of time. My only job was working part-time for Daisy and her real estate company, and I could certainly have turned her down, but she looked so needy that I couldn’t refuse. So, here I was on a windy, autumn day standing at […]
