Time can mean so many things to so many people. This is what time means to me today, as I approach the age of 70.

I consider myself the family historian: aka, the person in the family who can’t throw things away.

I happen to believe in “God” – or whatever other names “The Force” may have. I just happen to call it “God.”

It used to be that you would have to send away your pictures to a company that would then charge you a great deal of money to bind your photo book.

Today I purchased a waterproof, breathable, ultra-lightweight, packable, windproof, washabl, and reusable jacket and pant set, with a hood. I am ready.

Tax time is fun?

Well, it depends how you look at it.

The way to fight is to play these games. When you forget the rules (we’re only human), it’s an opportunity to laugh together, and tease: “You FORGOT the rule about ABSOLUTES, honey.” Let the games begin! First Game Rule: LISTEN ACTIVELY. Say, “It sounds like you’re angry, honey.” Reflect actively on your partner’s feelings. You may be surprised when he … Read More

My mind usually starts out with a BLANK. It’s usually Thursday morning, and I’m sitting at my computer, wondering what to write about this week. I am asking myself, “What stands out in my mind? An event? A feeling? A moral? An object? Something? Anything!?! Not to worry. Not to panic. An idea will come. It always has before. Okay … Read More

Around 1953, something wonderful happened that literally opened my eyes and exited my soul.

A monthly – after payday – trip to Costco has many joys and benefits. Here are just a few of them.

Pour it. Pour it. Pour it.