Monday Night, 6:55 pm: Jim arrives home from work. I hear music blasting from his car radio out in the driveway before he turns the car off and enters the house. In the bedroom, he… Somebody to Lean On – Laura, Lila, Jim and the Old Woman in Cocoa Beach
July 12, 1989, Jim celebrates his 40th birthday. I know him, but not well. We are both employees at The Washington Post, he a Tech guy on the 7th floor, and me a Personnel gal… A Memoir of My Mother-in-Law on What Would Have Been Joan’s Birthday
“Hi, I’m Sarah,” says the young blonde women at the Sea Turtle Preservation Society orientation. I am early (like always) and the first one there. “Where did you park?” she asks, as I sign in.… Advice from Obama: Coping When Political Division Gets You Down
On what promises to be another sticky, uncomfortable day in early May, a thirty-year-old woman goes into labor. She has a toddler at home so she knows what to expect this time around. She is… Reflections On How Times Have Changed: One Baby Girl: $114.03, Please
American Airlines flight #1593 touches down on the short runway of National Airport and comes to an abrupt stop. I snap this image of the Washington Monument from the window while we wait to deplane.… This World Will Break Your Heart – and Bind it Back Up Too
Jim and I have been together for nearly 25 years. Like many long-term relationships, we have our ups and downs and in-betweens, commonalities and differences. Sometimes, it seems like there is an invisible natural rhythm… Repairing Our Worlds in Winter Park and Cocoa Beach
It is 68 degrees. Not bad for a late January morning. Cayce agrees as he lounges outside on the top floor porch. This angle, while hardly his most flattering, sadly does accurately reflect his spreading chubbiness.… Thank You, Thank You Very Much
2017 was a tough year. But through it all (hurricanes, a leaky house, sick cats, a mad king in the White House, etc.), there was one source of great and sustaining pleasure. Books! And I… See You 2017 – A Very Good Year for Reading
At about 4:45 p.m. on the Sunday before Thanksgiving, Dad and I start the trek from his second-floor apartment to Georgia’s, the restaurant in his retirement complex, on the first floor. It is no small… A Sunday Evening with Dad in Saratoga Springs: A Chance for This Apple to Fall Farther from the Tree
I don’t know about you, but when I hear something more than once in a short period of time, it grabs my attention. Recently, that something was the Starfish story. The medium was the League… Starfish and Turtles