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 ...

This year I gave up on petunias. While I love their happy faces and scent, the upkeep was not worth the trouble. By late summer they...