Collecting My Thoughts

I received the most delightful Christmas letter today from a friend with ALS. She is focusing on living, not dying. She's so thankful to...

See Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 and Part 4 for the story about why I was living on my grandparents’ farm in 1958, the summer between my fresh...

Over the week-end I finished up my massive project begun a few weeks ago--rereading all the Christmas letters I'd saved since 1987, and ...

In sorting through the basket of Christmas cards and letters this week, I found one from my cousin Sharon who lived in a Chicago suburb when...

Album of Christmas greetings.  College roommate Dora and her family  Our project of looking at an album every evening is moving rather ...

Some people make fun of Christmas letters, the ones from friends you hear from once a year, but I love them. Monday we caught up with friend...

Our Christmas card for 2013 was a painting by my husband of Colorado in the snow.  His card paintings are always so lovely, some people col...

But this is a lovely, if stylized, memory of Christmas as it probably never was.  I saw it at Flyover Culture on Facebook, which has the m...

A very lovely New Year's Eve. First we attended a wonderful jazz concert at UALC which featured the works of Henry Mancini--always a ni...

1980 has not been one of my healthier years. I went to the doctor today and had chest x-rays and blood tests. My chest is clear, viral bro...

About to go to press You would think a person who can churn out 5-6 blog posts a day, keep track of 11 blogs, and write other, non-web relat...