Ocean

Yesterday, I looked out the window of my daughter’s apartment for a long long while. It was drizzling and raining and the colors were as one...

One daughter leaves, one mother stays a tad longer, and the rain falls in a steady, relentless drip. Distance is a funny thing. There’s dist...

Imagine: your daughters are grown, they’re heading forth in life, they’re fun, funny, wise, anxiously protective of you – all that, and you ...

I have been happy that both daughters live in places that are full of history. The kind that belongs to the past and the kind that is very c...

Well why not. Why not create a diary of a day (updates will be added periodically to the bottom of this post). For the lighter Ocean post t...

Families. One thing I can say for certain – there are lots of them. And they’re traveling today. My flight to DC was full and I think half t...

For the fifth time in a row, I am packing Thanksgiving in a suitcase and taking it to where others reside (04: New York; 05: Chicago; 06: Ch...

I worked at home today, enjoying the pleasure of staying indoors when the world outside looked rather gray, or at best, white-on-gray. My on...

The six weeks starting about now, mid November, are written by some spirited team of script writers who are determined to pack in a lot into...

Three strangers walked into my condo very early this morning. It was a mistake – they meant to visit a vacant unit that is for sale on the f...

I am the only person I know who has three separate dental specialists attending to what I regard as standard dental care: the surgeon, the e...

It never even hit freezing today. Twenty-seven degrees. I felt it. Anyone who walked by the lake felt it. And the winds! Crazy. From my offi...

In the end, we went to pick up burritos for supper. The day had dragged with worry and fretting in the way that you worry and fret when you ...

On some days, there is very little on my mind beyond the legal argument. I’m not joking. I wake up thinking about one class, move into the a...

The thing about the first anything is that it always has elements of the unexpected. The first haircut – oh, is that how it looks?, the fir...

A quiet day? Well no, a turbulent day, even if much the turbulence is of my own doing. Disagreeing with friends over the possibility of comp...