“Youth is our biological and physiological homeland.  There, we know our way.  And even if in our nostalgic memories the sun shines where it was actually dark, still we are...... Read More

    I’m on the edge of my seat as I await the arrival of my cream tea in the ironically named sunroom at the Argyll Hotel. I have the...... Read More

I think my superpower is listening. I am very quiet, patient, attentive. But sometimes I think I forget this is a superpower. In the past, I have been too quiet,...... Read More

My father died April 13, 2018, 60 years to the day after he gave my mother a promise pin in the spring of ’58. She was 19. He was 24....... Read More

I am the mother of a beautiful girl who was born in Jiangxi Province, Peoples Republic of China. No doubt most of you are aware of the Chinese one child...... Read More

  Until about a year ago I had a secret belief Which the hyper-rational me hid Because she could not hold it. Growing up on the edge of a northern...... Read More

  I was made a dog person by my first chocolate lab, green eyes, anxious insistent tail, hot breath panting, toss after slobbery toss, she made me hers, she was...... Read More

And I thought Jesus would come before I turned 30! I’ve more than doubled that projected year, and the thought of Jesus’ return is no longer troubling for fear of...... Read More

I have a basket in my bathroom filled with make-up; 2 or 3 eyeliners, several shades of blush and too many to count colors and types of mascara.  I admit...... Read More

Ode to the Yellow House Both of my babies were born in front of a blue couch inside a little yellow house we named after the radical socialist Eugene V....... Read More