A Tale of Two Retirements
I retired nine years ago from my corporate job to become a writer. My husband
I retired nine years ago from my corporate job to become a writer. My husband
As the first anniversary of my father’s death approaches (he died on January 5, 2015),
Last week I wrote about an emergency sewing project (putting my daughter’s name on her
When I was cleaning out my parents’ house last spring, I found an old doll.
My Christmas preparations are about finished—the cards are mailed, the packages wrapped, and the house
I know it is un-American, but I do not like orange juice. The pulp in
Smithsonian.com published an article on December 9, 2015, entitled “The History of the Christmas Card,”
We moved into our brand new house on a block of other brand new houses
My mother and her mother both became grandmothers at age forty-eight. My father’s mother was
I’ve written before about the time that Santa came to visit my brother and me