Nostalgia

I am the mother of three adult children and six grandchildren. The nurturing part of me wants to protect my family from all evil, wrongdoing, and unsavory individuals. I want them to grow up in a peaceful world where all men and women are created equal…

It was at a yard sale somewhere. That’s where I bought it. Or maybe it was an antique shop someplace. I don’t remember. The portable Royal manual came in its own leather carrying case, the outside stained from someone’s black coffee or spilled wine. When I opened it, the machine’s…

Most people won’t deeply engage with your life story – not because it lacks value, but because they’re preoccupied with their own. Polite nods, vague responses, or distracted glances don’t diminish its significance. The truth is, external indifference is ultimately secondary…

I can’t believe it, just as no one can believe it: the famous 50th high school reunion has cropped up on me. The sentiments have long been expressed: it went so fast. It seems like a cliché, the 50th…

A recipe is more than just directions on a page – it’s a memory, a tradition, a piece of someone’s heart passed down through time. It’s the taste of childhood, the comfort of a loved one’s cooking, the warmth of a meal shared with family. Whether it’s your grandmother’s worn…

I retuned my old acoustic guitar the other day. Not to get too geeky on the music side, but this was not a retuning to the traditional approach, adjusting the tone for each string to the standard E, A, D, G, B, E. This was alternate tuning. It’s referred to as…

I was a clever gatherer of things. Mostly paper. In neat piles. Inside of drawers. Resting innocuously on shelves. Tucked into boxes that lurked in the shadowy recesses of my garage…

My husband and I had an unusual experience this week. We visited his old school, along with about 60 other men in their 60s and above. There were also a few other wives. Let me explain why we were there, and the impact of the visit…

One of the lovely things as we age is the number of memories we have collected and stored in our memory bank. I find it such a joy to spend some time thinking of the people and events in my life, and it fills my heart with such happiness. Of course, family, and especially…

When winter rolls around, it usually triggers a wistful feeling, a sense of completion and a sense of loss. The mornings are cool, the days are short. It’s hard to avoid the feeling of shrinking away! All of Nature seems to be saying, “Stop, listen, think about what you have been, and wonder what you will become…”