Since Halloween will soon be upon us, I thought you might like to hear about my eerie encounter with the Beatles last week.
On the last day of clearing my basement, I was pretty sick of the whole endeavor.
About 3 years ago, there was a violent hailstorm that pounded furiously right on top of my house. Every building in our complex got a new roof. It was written up as one of those freak localized weather events, but it impacted me personally.
As of July 1, I am donating 10% of my gross revenues to an organization I support (wlrv.org). This is on going through 12/31, at which point I will again donate 10% to an organization that does work in alignment with my values.
It’s so simple. It allows me to put action behind my values. It also means
In conversation with an older sister, she’s in her mid 70’s, she mentioned that her go-to technical help for her computer (aka: her son-in-law) is recommending that she replace her Windows laptop with an Apple laptop.
There are many rationalizations for this changeover that are perfectly sensible, I’m sure, but, honestly,
When I stopped to pick up my mail yesterday the fragrance of the budding lilac bush in the nearby landscaping feature pulled me toward it. Who can resist that intoxication?
The first whiff of lilac in spring reminds us that life begins anew. Anything is possible when the dancing smells of heaven surround you. You believe in life again.
It reminds me of the first time I ever got a houseplant to bloom. It was in the early seventies and our office was engaged in a severe African violet frenzy. Everyone had them on their desks and brought cuttings from home to ...
I was watching the Ken Burns special, “Jazz,” last night. In one scene a black musician described how they survived on the road in a mostly white band. Of course they were barred from any decent treatment, no motel room, no restaurant service. But they survived, how?
As the black band member described, when they arrived in a new town, one of their wives immediately went into the community to chat with the local wives. By the time the stage was set up for their gig that night, she was back with a basket of fried chicken, some potato salad, and room assignments ...