Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Warmest Regards

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."

Saturday, May 2, 2015

While checking out a food order in my local supermarket, the cashier and I made small talk about the exquisitely beautiful day.

I said I was going to put it to good use by taking a nature walk. The cashier said she was looking forward to quitting time when she could visit her "happy place" before she goes home.

She said her happy place is a small neighborhood park where she can enjoy the peace and quiet and recharge her batteries.

Then she asked if I had a favorite "happy place." I told her I have a lot of them.

Saturday, April 25, 2015



Emotional bubbles from deep within escape my lips in one single word of praise. OOOOOHHHHH.

It's more like a long intake of breath, but in a profound way, it's prayer.

I am a solitary worshipper at the edge of the sea, caught up in one meaningful moment. I realize deep within this is not just a typical beach experience. It's a true worship service.

I didn't expect this Sunday sunrise service when I climbed a sand dune far from home instead of climbing customary church steps.

Saturday, April 18, 2015



My mother had a routine based on the days of the week.

Mondays were wash day, no matter what.

Tuesdays meant ironing. (Remember ironing? I barely use my iron anymore and I certainly don't devote a day of the week to it.)

Wednesdays she cleaned the upstairs. Thursdays she cleaned the downstairs.

Fridays she scrubbed the kitchen floor and took the stove apart to clean it thoroughly.

Saturdays, (if she couldn't find a daughter to do it,) she scrubbed the two porches.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Most of the time anxiety is foreign to me unless I'm driving in heavy traffic or in rain that reduces my vision.

I've already shared with readers my driving anxiety that was the aftermath of a car accident that happened when I was making a left turn onto a busy highway.

After almost two years, I could still hear that crash in my head whenever I had to make a left turn. It got to the point where I didn't want to get behind the wheel of a car unless I had to.

Saturday, March 28, 2015



Thomas Wolfe immortalized the phrase, "You can't go home again."

I don't know about you, but I've had the experience of trying to go back to my beloved hometown, hoping to see the happy place of my youth.

Instead, the town had changed so much, and not for the better. The people were still extraordinarily warm and friendly, making even a trip to Dunkin' Donuts a nice adventure. I think coal region people are some of the friendliest people anyone could hope to encounter.