And so ended my MRI trip down memory lane. It would be a long and winding road to repair what time had done to me. Once — as the Beatles reminded me — I was just 17. Now I am 71. Read More

Yep, my heart went boom. I loved this music, and I adored Paul. Read More

For some pictures, it was easy to say good riddance. But the photos of people I love – that’s another matter. Read More

My first two kids were pretty tame as teens, so when I learned about the ambulance in front of our house and every neighbor standing outside watching, it was a shock. Child #3 was far more social than her sibs, and she threw quite a party in my absence. Of course, my husband and I… Read More

These days, the concept of a family dinner has bitten the dust. My grandkids graze rather than sitting down as a family to eat. Read More

In so many ways, the senior living experience was a reincarnation of middle school. Men caused major mean girl issues, even for women in their eighties and nineties. Read More

My first paycheck, and many meager ones that followed, taught me to respect people who work hard but earn little -- something to think about especially on Labor Day. Read More

Most successful people follow their dreams and achieve things that bring great meaning to their lives. For a very few, lightning will strike and they will become famous. But for most, the satisfaction will come from a job well done and a life well lived. Read More

Disaster struck. My thesis had vanished. The computer had eaten it and refused to spit it out.  Read More

I have come full cycle from the days when the umbilical cord of my old kitchen connected me to my friends. Like my parents before me and my kids and grandkids, I now avoid long conversations. They cost me valuable time. Read More