It is that season – when family takes center-stage and leaves the ‘singles’ by the way side. Maybe, like me, your family has moved away or no longer has great depth. I had the blessing of living near my mom and sisters when our family was young and never had to think about where to go on the holidays. One Christmas, we were hundreds of miles away, but after the gifts were opened and the kids were looking at me like “what’s next”, we loaded the family up in the van and drove t

My sister Sue is the crafty one. She got me started hand-sewing our own dresses and clothes from organic cotton, Alabama Chanin-style. I...

"I’ve had dementia for nine years,” a very alert gentleman, Pat, was informing me. Click here to hear all 7+ minutes of "Hey Jude"...

I reached over the little herb garden fence and grabbed a handful of mint tops for Mojitos that evening. Refreshing wafts of...

We moved at a snail’s pace. I watched the feet in front of me carefully. The weight of the casket pulled on my arm. But it felt good to...

Okay, okay, I confess: I have a pampered yard. She is weed-free and meticulously managed by both my husband and myself. Good luck to any...

These are demoralizing words for us New York gardeners to hear in spring. The snow storm this past weekend didn't help our morale. While...

Hotel du Temps (meaning "an experience beyond time" I savor one last bite of my chewy croissant noisette (hazelnut), not caring that the...

This book is blowing my rational mind. It’s helping me to pay attention to feelings: the kind of attention I paid when I was 14 ...