Thursday, August 17, 2017

Warmest Regards

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Years ago I had a conversation with a heroin addict that I will never forget.

It happened when I was at a drug rehab facility in Wind Gap doing an in-depth story on heroin addiction.

The facilitator of a group meeting asked participants if I could listen, provided I promised not to put any real names in the newspaper. They were willing and candid throughout the session.

But after I sat listening to their stories for a while, one young man turned to me and asked if I was addicted.

“Not to a drug,” I told him. “Just to food.”

Saturday, August 15, 2015


When I was a kid, I lived for summer. Couldn't get enough of those warm, languid days filled with fun in the sun.

Now that I'm a big kid, nothing has changed. I still wait with great anticipation for the sultry, summer days I love.

I still lap up every delicious moment of summer, wishing it would last all year.

I like the fact that I live in Florida where we have a joke about our four seasons: Feels like Summer, Almost Summer, Steamy Summer and Still Summer.

Saturday, August 8, 2015


The Wall Street Journal ran a recent story that tickled me.

Even the headline would get your attention: First date in a nursing home.

The articles went on to detail an innovative dating service at Hebrew Nursing Home in Riverdale, New York.

Residents in their 70s, 80s and even 90s are going on dates again. The nursing home provides opportunities for men and women to meet at the home's riverside café.

If they hit it off, they can arrange their own future outings.

Saturday, August 1, 2015


It's only a medium-size cutting board but I can't find room for it as I walk through my kitchen trying to fit it into a cabinet. It doesn't fit anywhere that makes sense.

I use the board every day so it has to be handy. If only I had a convenient location where it would fit.

Once again I find myself thinking I need more room in my small kitchen. So I take an inventory of my limited space and try to figure out how to get more storage room.

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.