History provides us with moments of great importance. Decisions, decisions, decisions weigh heavily on our hearts. Sometimes proximity blurs the importance for us and we forget other much more important moments. Not a Tuesday night but a Thursday night 2000 years ago a decision was...
While walking my dog this afternoon we met a lady with a snarly little dog. My dog which was for sure five times the size of the offender was a model of decorum. I was so proud of her. The lady said to me, “You...
It was crazy beautiful. There I was with my leaf-blower in hand trying to blow the leaves out of the yard and over the bank only to have a stiff breeze pick them up and blow them back. I was in a mini-cyclone of swirling...
For years one of my sons worked on Wall Street. For years I listened very carefully to him. I was always hoping to glean just a tidbit of information that might alert my attention to a particular stock. I knew better than to ask. Insider...
I just discovered my dog eats tomatoes. Dogs don’t eat tomatoes! This is truly weird. What other strange appetites and behaviors are housed inside my beautiful friend? I thought I knew her well. Could it be that my wife of 54 years also has secrets? ...
I have this wonderful wooden box filled with cards. It is great fun to open it and shuffle through old driver’s licenses, (I actually liked my picture on one of them). There are ID cards from the Massachusetts Teacher’s Association, the Audubon Society, Atlantic Union...
I dropped an M&M on the floor – a red one. I had 2 seconds to retrieve it. But I was slow on the draw. Locating it and bending over took at least twice that amount of time. But wait, I was still within the...
We have a hairy woodpecker in our yard that deserves to be reported to the National Audubon Society as an endangered individual. He must think it’s Halloween because all morning he has been knocking on my back door and flying away when I answer. No...
It only lasted one day. A heavy rain stripped bright yellow and red leaves from their summer branches and blanketed our lawn. For twenty-four hours we had the most magnificent carpet anyone one could imagine. The leaves had not yet begun to dry. They were...
Many schools no longer teach cursive. Children are so keyboard literate it seems the only use for cursive is to sign one’s name. I always despised penmanship class. We had to make endless ovals which for me always looked like a tornado on its side...