It’s not actions, but words that matter
There are those who tread lightly on this Earth, making quiet impact in positive ways, whispering goodness as they make their rounds, and breathing...
Spring miracles arrive as winter ends
No matter how many Easters, each with The Promise, no matter how many springs, each with its moment-to-moment magic, one never fails to be...
Life doesn’t always go how we plan
To paraphrase the famous lines from Robert Burns' To a Mouse poem: The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
(If...
Does anyone remember Who?
Who remembers Who?And although I didn't plan to write about Who -- the list on the kitchen table on which I jot notes about...
An anniversary I’d rather not celebrate
This is anniversary month. It will not be celebrated or even observed. Don't anyone dare to wish me happy anniversary! It was one year...
Barn swallows’ exit is right on time
In the barn this morning, the silence was deafening.Since May 25, barn swallows have kept the rafters ringing with their cheerful chatter and impromptu...
I’m not back in the saddle again, but I’m back
It would have been much more dramatic to have fallen while putting a horse over a four-foot fence.Instead, it was a humiliating fall from...
On My Mind: Paying respects to the good times
It usually began this time of year.
On my every-Saturday-night telephone calls to my sister in New England, I would ask, “When are you coming?”...
Looking to ‘lots of good years ahead…’
Such a dear letter in response to my column about being temporarily "out of order" and finally back on schedule feeling much better than...
Little Sister and Ori together again
They are together again, Ori and Little Sister. Never before has this house been utterly silent. Never before has this house been virtually empty except for Lisa who misses her friend almost as much as I do.
