Monday, July 25, 2016

Warmest Regards

Saturday, July 25, 2015


I live in a place that is definitely a little piece of Floridian paradise. The first time I drove through the area I could hardly keep my eyes on the road because I was so entranced with the spectacular scenery.

Palm trees swayed along the streets. Water danced with reflected sunlight that made the water look like piles of jewels. Best yet, At sunset the water turned a fiery red as dozens of fascinating shore birds I had never seen before swooped down to the water to find dinner.

Saturday, July 18, 2015


Remember the TV show "Hill Street Blues"?

The captain always ended a squad meeting by reminding his police force to "be careful out there."

That advice still stands for all of us.

As technology gets more advanced and crooks get more cunning, we all have to be more careful.

That was reinforced for me after two incidents with the bank where I have my credit card. During a recent trip to New Jersey, I tried to use my card to buy a pair of shoes.

Saturday, July 11, 2015


My husband occasionally complains that he can't do the things he used to do.

He says he can't get out of a kayak as easily as he once could, and his knees keep reminding him that he's not the athlete he used to be.

I pooh-pooh his complaints when he sings that old "I'm not the man I used to be" song. I remind him that he can do much more than others his age.

Saturday, June 20, 2015


One afternoon while my husband and I were kayaking together on the bay, I was following him through shallow channels that were dotted with mangroves.

When anyone is following David, it's essential to keep an eye on him as well and to keep up with him. If not, he'll be in the next time zone while you're sitting there saying, "Who was that masked man and where did he go?"

Saturday, June 13, 2015


Decades ago when I started writing this newspaper column, publisher Fred Masenheimer made the decision to run the column in the form of a letter to a friend.

We started the column each week with the salutation: Dear friend.

I liked it because that's the way I prefer to write as if I were writing a letter to a close friend.

Over the years the format got changed several times and the friendly salutation was dropped. But I still write it as if I were writing to a friend.

Saturday, June 6, 2015


A few years back, I wrote a column about needing to believe in "Someday."

I need to believe the day would come when I would get around to all my good intentions my do it "Someday" projects.

I need to believe Someday I would find the time, energy and motivation to clear out the bookcases in my office. Although the bookcases are enclosed in doors, I can seldom open a door because too much stuff is jammed in there, waiting for me to get around to it Someday.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

One day on the phone my daughter Andrea was recounting how happy she is after a long conversation with her son.

Grayson, her oldest child, is a college student who doesn't get home much since he left for Emerson in Boston. But they stay close via phone and email.

"He's so happy," Andrea says. "I just feel like flying when I listen to him talk about how happy he is."

I so understand that. When our kids are happy, we're happy. It's wonderful when they call to share happy news.

Every parent knows we never outgrow our love and concern for our kids.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

After spending 12 extraordinary days in Italy with my tour group, the time came all too soon when we had to go to the airport to fly home.

As we patiently worked our way through airport security lines, two of my fellow travelers said: "Well, after being immersed in all that beauty now we have to return home to ordinary days."

I just smiled, thinking that there is no such thing as "an ordinary day."

Yes, Italy had so much beauty in every city and every town. Everywhere we turned there was something special to see, with one delight after another.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

I never worried much about pickpockets and crooks until I planned a trip to Italy.

A friend looked at the big purse I was planning to take with me and said if I carried that it would be like waving a sign that said: Rob me.

My daughter Maria said he was right and directed me to an Internet site that specialized in travel purses.

"Make sure you get one with steel cables in the straps or thieves will cut the strap and get away with your purse before you know it's gone," she said.

Saturday, May 9, 2015


I always knew what I wanted to be in life.

Ever since fourth grade, I knew I wanted to work for a newspaper.

I also always knew what I didn't want to be.

I didn't want to be like my mother.

I'm ashamed of myself when I think of the times I told her, "I never want to be like you."