Dec
22
2013

How I Won the War on Christmas

“Does this mean that you’ll stop writing those stupid “I Hate Christmas’ articles every year?” my husband breathed, quickly making the sign of the cross. I looked at him. “But,” I protested “That’s the only Christmas Tradition that I really like…” …continue reading

Dec
10
2012

Greg to the Rescue

The woods used to be safe. Now they are full of ticks, hidden roots and slippery leaves. And, while I was thinking on the advisability of a long walk through the middle of nowhere with my grandson on my daughter’s back, I remembered something else. I had taken a long walk just the day before, and half way through, my ankles had started to really hurt. The responsible thing to do, I thought, was call her back, and beg off. So I got in the car and headed to her house. …continue reading

Apr
16
2011

The day after is the best…

Actually, my husband, always an early riser, got up and wandered about until such time as he dared to call me, from his cell in the lobby, with promises of tea and food. This morning he had an offer I could not refuse… …continue reading