If consideration for others could be wrapped as a holiday gift, I would willingly brave Chicago winds to distribute it far and wide.
Available to all, yet ...
Somehow this summer got away from me. I suspect I am not alone.
There were plans. Some were physical goals. Others were recreational. Others still were organ...
“Where are you from?” and “What do you do?”, two of the most common questions posed during polite conversation, are easy openers. I, however, fumble with my ans...
I’ve never given much consideration to fish, or so I thought. After looking over my husband’s photos from a recent angling trip, however, it appears I must corr...
When I awakened to the thermometer trumpeting sixty-six degrees, plus observed no moisture dripping down my windows, I enthusiastically threw cushions onto our ...
From my upstairs porch rocker, I watch the world awaken.
Seemingly endless rain has rendered the yard muddy, the air sodden. A small frog, unfazed by such oc...
After years of homelessness, our long-unused dog stroller found its place, hanging in a closet, well out of sight.
What satisfaction we felt! One small impro...
Though scores of us like to fuss about this protracted winter, personally it has been marvelous for chipping away at those jobs I ignore once the garden is call...
When a much-anticipated educational trip we had booked many months ago was cancelled due to political unrest, my disappointment was intense.
Midwestern winte...
One afternoon many decades ago, we visited my husband’s elderly grandmother, Mimi. Mimi wistfully reminisced that in her busy younger life, she had set aside re...
On a recent Sunday, my husband and I joined a worldwide group over 90 million strong. Much to the amusement of people who know us well, we took up bowling.
Thi...
I am one of those people who writes Christmas letters. Some years are more eventful than others, but with the birth of our first grandchild, we certainly had ne...
Cooking from scratch was rare during my childhood. Perhaps my parents, reared on produce from Victory Gardens and chickens raised in the back yard, had been pri...
Although it was never my intention to deter our grown children from the joys of home ownership, our many domestic adventures may be cautionary tales. A case in ...
To mark a recent, momentous milestone, I received a darling book titled “Letters to My Grandchild.” It is full of prompts, one of which is to write about the gr...
An impromptu plan to celebrate our son’s birthday in upstate New York required a flight for us, and a bus ride for Jesse and Carly.
Neither lap went so well....
I was slightly overwhelmed this spring.
Between selling a vacation home and leaving for a trip, I found myself completely behind in June. The garden needed a...
On a recent trip with my husband’s side of the family, in addition to the fantastic itinerary, we had a chance to share stories, face to face.
One of the big...
Maybe you’ve seen this clip on Facebook. A woman drags a dinner table into her apartment building hall. The doors start opening. People of all backgrounds cart ...
During the first decade of independence, in the time between college graduation and the purchase of our first home, we moved more than ten times. These operatio...
