Her name is Chesapeake. Named for the Chesapeake Bay where her parents fell in love. She is the adorable red head, the fifth of my five...

My birthday this year was a bit of blur nestled in the midst of Mother’s Day, three family birthday celebrations, one Master of Arts...

In the recently imposed stay-in-house restriction my region of California is under, I stumbled onto a work of art of mine from a long...

Easily the oddest Thanksgiving ever. The family unit carved up like a turkey. In Arizona, they put up their Christmas tree and had cereal...

It’s a small quaint room, my dining room, where meals are rarely eaten. The feast is on the wall, a gallery of art. A peony flower floats...

Chesterton, Ohio in 1968. Mom came from Texas to visit just about this time of year. A beautiful autumn in the Midwest. My small tots...

October 2020 is here—an October like none other in my lifetime. Octobers of my past flutter through my mind like falling leaves. I’ll...

Here we are, all masked souls. At least a large majority of us. Or is the majority not so large? Whether you think masking is good or...

The long and winding road to flat belly… In reality the road is long, but not winding. In order for me to pare down the girth of my...

Twelve years ago, my granddaughter, Chesapeake Woods with hair the color of orange marmalade, was born and I bought a book for her, a...

With masks front and center for us all, the one on my bedpost, my Mojiganga Mask from San Miguel de Allende, makes me so darned happy....

Four years after her emerald search came up fruitless, Maddie eight at this time, sat with her siblings and cousins and their parents-my...