There are some things I won't or can't talk about on this blog. I think everyone has them because I never read about anyone's pa...

I am in a funk. And not the cool kind where you invent dance moves. The bad kind. Where you have forgotten exactly how long it has been sinc...

Today, my emotions were so close to the surface, I just cried and sauteed radishes. Not a sobbing, moaning, unable-to-work cry. Just a soft,...

I live about a two miles from where Walt Whitman currently resides. He is buried behind the Dunkin Donuts, before the Route 130 traffic circ...

Yesterday, I received a package from Kodak. I finally ordered a few prints of Lucy. I have been so afraid since my computer crashed of losin...

I am shaken. I admit it. There was a day, not so long ago, where I would never have admitted that to my closest confidante. Today. It is pro...

I think I may need a break here. I am trying very hard to do what I need for myself. This community has been so loving and so accepting. I t...

This morning I woke up without a stinging in my throat, and the bumbling ache that has accompanied me when walking down the stairs to coffee...

Sarah at Little Dale III nominated me for the "Sisterhood Award". She said blushable things about the way our blogs help her. Sar...

"Mama, look. Mama. Mama. Look." Sam and I were having some after dinner conversation, a glass of wine, sitting with the puppy and ...