It's 6:00pm July 31, and I am officially on a 3-month sabbatical. No, I'm not writing a book. (Or maybe I am.) No, I'm not tre...

Growing up in the 50's and 60's, summers took on over-arching themes. The summer we lived in Perry, Georgia, will always be the Su...

I've always been a girl on the go. Little did I realize that sometimes I need to stop. Safely. Without falling over. While vacationi...

Life isn't fair. We say it to our sweet toddlers, surly teens, frustrated 20-somethings, and anyone of any age confronted with perceiv...

When I was living in England in the mid-1970s, I was given a copy of George and Weedon Grossmith's The Diary of a Nobody as an exam...

Well, it's that time of year. Time to give up or take on. Lent. My least favorite season (except for late August, which seems to go on...

After a busy couple of weeks involving tending a sick grandgirl, fighting off a cold, travel, booth-tending, and grandboy's birthday p...

Reading over my scared but hopeful post of January 1st, I realize that I have completely failed to live up to those feathers of hope. I...

“Hope” is the thing with feathers  That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops - at all And sweetest...

It's been a tough year for those folks who crisscrossed our childhood and teen years. Those who inspired us, made us laugh and cry, se...

OK. I tried it. I spent 90 minutes in a dark room floating in gallons of epsom salted-water in an effort to flush my brain. A friend sugge...

I hate having to be brave first thing in the morning. Or any time, really, because I'm your basic Monty Python-run-away! kind of gal. ...

I love memorable passages from books I read and keep a journal of them so that I can be re-delighted with them in one handy place. This one ...

Such a gloomy time to be an American. The year was 1975. Watergate indictments. The fall of Saigon. Janis Ian's "At Seventeen....

As a student of American government and politics, being pretty darn good at sorting through mountains of information and making up my own ...

I played guinea pig today. For three-and-a-half hours, I clicked on pictures and arrows while my head was in an MRI cage, took paper tests...

I haven't been a fan of Valentine's Day since I was 11 years old, the last year of elementary school Valentine's Day parties. ...

No promises to lose weight or run a marathon or stick to a daily spiritual practice to read more high-falutin' non-fiction or s...

It's that time of year. Time for all the Debbie Downers to crawl out and beat their old familiar carols on their downer-drums: Christm...

In search of a pair of dark brown socks.  Open the scary sock drawer. Rummage. Rummage. Rummage. Is that a dark brown or navy?  A bla...