The aging brain has total recall of events, from decades ago, and yet it gets harder each day to find one’s car keys.
If you drive slowly enough, you’ll discover a treasure trove of goodies waiting to be taken to their new home.
Every year around early July, I start fantasizing about getting rid of my mailbox just so I won’t have to face those bellwethers of doom—birthday cards.
In my family, each of us has dramatically different ideas on how to spend the July 4th weekend.”
You can always recognize animal lovers: they exude a kind of pet fragrance when they walk.
While looking at Valentine cards for my husband, I kept straying into the “sympathy” card section.
I grew up when junior high meant classes in the domestic arts for the girls and wood shop for guys.
In my family, the focus of Thanksgiving has become the gravy—thick, velvety quarts of ambrosial turkey gravy.
Growing up, I looked forward to Halloween more than I did Christmas. Treats aside, I was more interested in getting inside strangers’ homes, curious if my imaginings had been astutely founded...