Way back before the twenty-first century began, in 1999, there was an extraordinary garden store in Santa Barbara, Smith & Hawken, where...

"There are a lot of words meaning thanks. Some you can only whisper. Others you can only sing. The pewee whistles instead. The snake...

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...

Went to the vault for this signed original to wish you a glorious Easter weekend... Would appreciate any thoughts you might have about...

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...

Just after Thanksgiving, a surreal sans-turkey seasonal affair, I began to play my collection of Christmas music, feeling the need for...

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

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...

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

It’s Valentine’s Day, my third without my husband of fifty plus romantic observances of cupid’s special day. I dodged several...