Permission Granted

This week, I had a cold. The kind that makes your head three times too big and sucks the strength from your bones. And, I was so grateful to be able to take to my bed and stay there for a bit. Actually, I was surprised at myself for doing so. The advertisements on...

The Best is Yet to Be

My favorite person is turning sixty this week. And you know what I regret? That I didn’t know him those first twenty years. Because the past forty have been such a blast. I remember when Paul McCarty turned sixty (more than ten years ago, by the way). I felt...

The Thrift Shop and the Fur

One morning last week, I sat in the lobby of a downtown hotel watching an extended family who had come to town for a wedding. All the ladies of a certain age were wearing fur coats. Some of them full-length. I became acutely aware there is a whole other world...