My elementary school report cards were all the same: good grades in reading and arithmetic and spelling and a lesser grade in writing. In the ’60s, “writing” didn’t mean what I do for a living now, but “handwriting” – starting with printing and then moving on to cursive. I ...
Vacation to Outer Banks is anything but This is the story of how I was stranded on vacation. Someday the word stranded will strike me as hyperbole, but not yet. Late last month I drove alone to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to see my son, who had flown from Los Angeles with his ...
There’s this place on the internet called Reels, and it’s a time-sucking rabbit hole. I am not on Tiktok or Instagram or any of those platforms; instead I check in on Facebook occasionally and the Reels will pop up in my feed. As with other social media, with Reels you can scroll ...
That strange morning a few weeks ago, Smoothie looked at his bowl of food, sniffed it a bit, turned and looked at me with some disappointment, and walked away. It had been at least 10 years since he last refused a meal, and that time my pup ended up in the hospital overnight – an ...
I am a tired woman in her 70s who has many cats, bakes cookies every day, is into astrology and cycling, and holds a healthy suspicion of narcissists. Oh, and I love otters. At least that’s who the Facebook algorithm thinks I am. Social media has a creepy way of spying on what we ...
Been shopping for a spring or summer dress this week, something long enough to cover my one weird leg but not a maxi, and with short sleeves and, preferably, made of cotton. Oh, and light blue. You’d think that would be easy – a no-brainer in this landscape of online retail and ...
