At the top of our street there is a beautiful walk, one of my favorite choices for the now-daily routine. There is something about starting out from home and heading straight uphill that acts as an excellent warm up for my sometimes-reluctant muscles and mind.

Today I have company along. As… Read full post »

Each year I place a little pot of shamrocks in the center of our old pine table, the very same kitchen table I grew up with.  My mother placed a pot of shamrocks there herself each year, part of the celebration of St. Patrick's Day.

This year I found a… Read full post »

Lately, my mind has been wandering back to the year I lived in London.

It's the ever more frequent newsclips of Prince William and Kate that keep dragging me there, for in 1981, the city was awash with celebration for another upcoming royal wedding -- of Prince Charles to Lady… Read full post »

As Election Day rolls around again, our house is strangely quiet:  no phones ringing incessantly only to answer to a taped voice urging us to vote, no doorbells ringing only to answer to polling volunteers wanting to know if we plan to vote, even asking," And do you mind telling us… Read full post »

Day after day at work, I noticed him, sitting at one of the many scattered tables placed between the indoor pool area and the basketball court -- watching, perusing, assessing.  At least, that's what he seemed to be doing.

It was late September, 2002. Our country had just marked the… Read full post »

We were standing in the cathedral parking lot, waiting for the camp bus to arrive. The heat was rising up from the black asphalt in waves and I felt myself sink into that semi-trance state a muggy August in Georgia seemed to produce in me. It was more miserable than usual… Read full post »