Years That Answer

Our beloved granddaughter, E, recently spent the night with us. While she was here, we got a FaceTime call from old friends. E observed as ...

Sheesh, I can't believe we are really going to stage another relentlessly sunny Thanksgiving in flip flops and shorts.  As the day appro...

Wow!  There sure are a lot of slimeball sexist pigs out there.  Right?  Everyday it seems like a new one is being called out.  There are so ...

I'm still thinking about snark and how it holds us back.  I think in the patriarchal past "ladies" have had to resort to ...

I need to get rid of things in this house. A winnowing is sorely needed. When we moved three and a half years ago I thought I had been suffi...

Yes, I am SO tired.  Tired of all the nonsense we are required to experience, read about, listen to, and live through these days.  Tired of ...

I have a box filled with old recipes. Some typed, some painfully constructed in all caps on index cards of varying sizes. Others are xeroxed...

I have noticed a preponderance of snark on social media since the election. Perhaps you have, too? Snark is defined by my computer's dic...

My husband, T, had his autosomal DNA tested last May in hopes of finding out his heritage. This is a popular endeavor in the U.S. ri...

ANOTHER great thing about being retired (!) is that I do not have to wake up to the sound of a jarring alarm 5 mornings out of 7. In fact, t...