We pulled into a small farm, surrounded by small farms, from a dirt road fifteen miles outside Durango, Colorado. All around us in the distance we saw mountains. In the fields near us, we watched horses and donkeys, fenced-in cattle, Read More …
Guest Post by Don Nico When it comes to murder, no people do it like the English. Specifically, English villagers. Having traveled through the English countryside and its villages from the Channel to the Mersey, from Bamburgh in Northumberland to Read More …
The world has asked much of us over the last few months. We had to stop traveling. We had to shut down our businesses. We had to take our kids out of school. More was asked of some. Doctors worked Read More …
As you age, how do you insure that you continue to enlarge your universe? How do you educate yourself? What do you read? How do you grow? That is our dilemma when we grow old, and we all find our Read More …
We were supposed to be at Mount Fuji in Japan today. That didn’t happen. We had scheduled spending Melinda’s birthday exploring Kyoto: wandering through temples, eating in little restaurants and drinking in closet-size bars, all down streets narrower than most Read More …
I love Mother’s Day. It’s a springtime holiday so the weather is usually nice. The day often involves brunch — and who doesn’t love a good brunch? When the kids were little we usually celebrated Mother’s Day at a ball Read More …
It was a glorious day with lots of blue sky and dry, warm temperatures. Russell and I were at the park walking the dogs together, as we do often these days. There were more people at the park than we Read More …
Houston, Texas, April 19, 2020 Greetings from the inside, where I remain constantly — well, constantly except for essential runs to Costco and Trader Joes and my daily walk (weather permitting). I am pleased to report that we are no Read More …
As I sit here in my finest Easter pajamas watching church on Youtube, I am reminiscing about Easters past. I am not exactly upset that I am able to enjoy the solitude of a Sunday morning at home with my Read More …
“So how many weeks have we been locked up?” Melinda asked me. “Three?” I wasn’t sure. I can’t tell one day from the next. There’s no feel to the day: Monday feels the same as Thursday. More Exercise. More Weight. Read More …
Pandemic. It’s a word I knew, of course. I had heard of the Spanish Flu before. In recent years I learned the most about it from watching Downton Abbey. We might have learned about it in school, too, in history Read More …
My wife was walking by herself in the park across the street from our place yesterday, when a woman from the building said hello. While keeping her distance, of course, the woman said that she’d hoped to see Melinda out Read More …
A Guest Post by Sue Hawley Living in a small town in Northeast Ohio is pretty much like any American small town. Local politics, businesses, and schools unite the community. We are uniquely located far enough from Akron (once the Read More …
So how are you getting through these days? We’re all on the frontlines, I’d say. In our constant struggle not to kill each other in this time of forced togetherness, my wife and her dog have built a “palace” on Read More …
This morning I wrote the nicest blog on journaling and how petty my discomfort was in the face of what we all must do. After I wrote it, I went into the kitchen to reheat my coffee and I discovered Read More …