“I’ll be on a ladder all day. Checking email only intermittently.” So ended a recent message from a dear friend. She’ll be 66 this week.
I can still see Ramón Novarro as Ben-Hur with the winged hat in a wild chariot race, or Edward G. Robinson as a gangster grimacing as he clutches his topcoat after being shot.
My life seems consumed by papers I don’t need. What is all this stuff?
Last August, some 40 hours before reporting to Mount Sinai Hospital for my surgery, I went to Lowe's and bought a power drill.
The experience of commercial air travel now is completely unpleasant. Most people dress as if for bed. I, however, continue to dress for travel. But how, in these times?
A writer reflects on her Aunt Alda, an immigrant, World War II factory foreman, and beloved daughter with a pet name out of the movies.
I got phone calls from friends all over the world asking "Are you OK?" I was — but my webmail account was not.
For Father's Day, a naturalist shares a memory of an afternoon with her father years ago, by a stream just outside Philadelphia.
On the way home, I took a wrong turn — but there was still plenty to remind me of life in Pleasant Hill, Kentucky.
Spring's gentle air sets the mind to wander...if the world lets it.