Today we said farewell to our son. He stood in a room with eight other young men and women, at attention, hands clasped behind their backs, as a man in head to toe camouflage led them in an oath: I… Continue Reading
You’ve heard stories of dogs traveling thousands of miles across the continent to find their families who moved to another state. I even had a cat that once left our new house & crossed two very busy streets to… Continue Reading
“By the way, she knows.” That was what my sister whispered out of the side of her mouth to me as we walked across the restaurant parking lot after a meal with our families the weekend after Thanksgiving. “Who knows… Continue Reading
My husband is the impatient type. The kind of guy who peeked at his gifts under the Christmas tree when he was a kid. He’s still pretty much that same kid today, a 52 year old Scorpio boy child… Continue Reading
Me too. But I’m not telling you anything you didn’t already know if you’re a regular reader of this column. You already know about a handful of experiences I’ve had, starting at the age of 8, where men took advantage… Continue Reading
I’ve known Caroline since we were both student volunteers at Jefferson Public Radio back in the 80’s. While I continued to stay on the radio path, Caroline has gone on to accomplish pretty much everything she’s ever set her mind… Continue Reading
Have you ever had one of those moments when you fell in love all over again? Not with your lover (although that did happen to me, and I’m forever grateful that I had the chance to get those butterflies again… Continue Reading
This may turn out to be the most appropriately titled column of my writing career. I love a good martini. I even have my own leopard spotted hand blown glass goblet that I’m especially fond of drinking them from. A… Continue Reading
Everybody’s got their hobby. For some, its golf. For others, scuba diving or mountain climbing. For Wendi Harner, its handwritten letters. I have to hand it to my friend, who may be single-handedly keeping the post office alive in this… Continue Reading
It’s the most important job I’ve ever had. Some days it’s a real challenge, while other days it’s a breeze.
And the pay? The riches are unimaginable – hand-made Christmas ornaments; adventures that make real work seem a million miles away; the smile when they hit the game-winning shot; watching your little boy turn into a kind, thoughtful young man; the promise of seeing them become loving husbands and fathers themselves. Continue Reading
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