After stumbling upon Louisa May Alcott’s family home, Orchard House, while in Concord, Massachusetts this summer, I have wanted to see the movie Little Women again. I was finally able to record it on Christmas Eve and watched it early Christmas morning before husband and bird woke up. The Civil War timeframe, the…
We don’t speak each other’s native language. We travelled a long way to find each other. We reminded each other what love, trust and hope mean. And every day, when we meet again, it’s Christmas morn. Piper and I wish you the happiest of holidays, filled with peace and the…
‘Twas the day before the office Christmas party . . . While having breakfast this morning, I flipped through the channels of Sirius XM and found a talk show I was not familiar with. The host was taking questions and a caller asked for ideas for an office White Elephant gift…
It’s easy to feel superior when your husband says “high fluent” instead of “highfalutin”. Until the next day when you tell him you have “cat-like refluxes”.
You know how “Rose and Thorn” is now a thing, where you say the best (the rose) and the worst (the thorn) thing that happened during your day or a trip. While in the Hamburg, Germany airport for the beginning leg of our journey home, my best friend and I experienced…
Math has never been my strong suit but after being home from Germany for twelve days and still waking up at 4 a.m., there is only one thing to do: Go back six hours to counteract the six hours ahead that have messed me up. Christmas in Hawaii. It’s only…
While at a holiday party, after cocktails, a wonderful meal and unique entertainment, the dancing began. Sensing a gentleman surveying my friend I said, “Avoid eye contact at three o’clock”. She replied, “I know where to look and not to look”. She was, of course, talking about this particular social minefield. But what…
Struggling to finish my first blog after two weeks away, I couldn’t help but wonder: “Does menopause mean even your creative juices run dry?” — Sister Rain
The last evening of my trip to Germany, my suitcase sat on the floor of my hotel room and I sat on top of it. Having purchased quite a few Christmas gifts while in Hamburg, I was going home with more than I had left with and so all my tricks…
