April 1992, aboard the Royal Princess New York to Southampton. Exactly twenty years ago, April 15, 1992, I was aboard a ship making its way in the North Atlanti...
A friend, Kirsten, in China said it best this morning, on a Facebook status update: "Im going to carpe the hell out of this diem." Its a gravy day, to be sure. A bonus. Tha...
It occurred to me when I looked at myself in the mirror this morning that I would never see myself the same way again. My perspective is about to be forever altered. I...
"What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" ~ from The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats It was universally acknowledged that it had...
Its hard to say when my husband stopped liking Christmas. It isnt that he hated it, exactly. On a certain level he loved it, the O Holy Night part of it, but like my fa...
To friends and loved ones near and far, good friends on Open Salon, all the best at the holidays and always. The photo is one taken of us on the beach at 505 Front Street, Lahaina, Maui, a few...
Maybe its just me, but Im not sure I want a president whose first name is Newt. For that matter, Im not sure I want a president whose name is Mitt or Rick. Conjuring up images of small amphibi...
Jo Anne Worley of Laugh-In once said that she dreamt about the secrets of the universe, and quickly scribbled them onto a piece of paper at her bedside. The next morning, she awoke and read the paper...
I still remember where I was that brisk November morning when I got the call, on my way into a Minnesota hospital where my husband was a patient. The nurse on the other end sounded young, and ...
Just a few months after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, a nineteen-year-old student at St. Marys College in Winona, Minnesota, was writing letters home to his parents in Chicago anticipating goin...
{EAV_BLOG_VER:659eb35806 2b47a9} i never wrote your epitaph, but if i did id say you liked hermes ties and hot dogs, linen handkerchiefs and bikini brie...
The breaking news, confirmed by Apple, that Steve Jobs has lost his seven-plus year battle with cancer is indeed sad. He was a genius, a visionary, and changed the world. May he rest in ...
People have been asking with increasing regularity recently when I plan to head south. Its a little like asking Mary Poppins when she plans to move on to the next family. When the wind c...
The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to pass A ship keeps raising its hull; Th...
I was in third grade or thereabouts when the U.S. Government decided to flood the Green River valley. We called it the Seeds-ke-Dee, like the trappers and traders before us, explorers and Nati...
Our collective 21st century consciousness is bookended by an apple--one in Eden, another in Cupertino. I dreamt last night of Warren Buffett, Warren Buffett in the back seat of an old converti...
Something there is about going home, sagebrush and barbed wire, whether thirty years have passed or three, the mountains always in your blood, your collective memory, where wild mustangs run free. &n...
I packed your shirts away today. Mom gave them to me after you were gone, too soon, along with a couple of your books, your wallet with those scraps of paper in them recording every pil...
When asked what his favorite memory was of the JFK inauguration, my husband would faithfully respond, "Hearing Frost." For it was on that January morning in Washington something of consequenc...
Casey Anthony listens to testimony during the state of Floridas case against her. (AP photo/Red Huber) From the beginning, the case of the State of Florida v. Casey Marie Anthony has been...
The 68 Chevy paneled wagon was warm and purring already in the Wyoming frost by the time Dad plucked us from our beds in the middle of the night and tucked us, still in pajamas, into ne...
Im doing something this week I never expected to do in my lifetime: driving cross-country alone. . .well, not alone exactly. . .with a dog and a bird. If that sounds like a circus train that derailed...
It was a typical Saturday for a young Iranian expatriate watching the events in his country from another part of the world, except that his homeland had erupted in violence an...
". . piece of cake (*fingersnap*), Bren." ~ from Sixteen Candles weve overstayed our welcome, you and i the candles dimmed, our hostess gone to bed theres nowhere ...
My father was the first to show me what it meant to be fully human, fully vulnerable, in spite of being the Jitterbug King. He never pretended to be perfect. Make no mistake, he was pretty darned goo...
Two years ago, June 16, 2009, I tiptoed for the first time into Open Salon. A year ago, on the one-year anniversary, I blogged this: I love liza Donnelly. ...
you only come to me in dreams now soft, blurred-edged, never sharp two colors, green and black, maybe some tan and words not really spoken but heard i bend in the cottage, closing, ask y...
Of all the strange pieces of information Ive discovered online in recent days during the Casey Anthony trial, one of the strangest points to the possibility that she confessed to the murder of her da...
Rep. Anthony Weiner (D-NY) totes his laundry in Queens Saturday, June 11, 2011. (AP Photo/David Karp) The New York Times is reporting Saturday afternoon that New York congressman A...
I love two things: Paris, and Woody Allen movies. It was clear from the open scenes in "Midnight in Paris" that this was a love letter to the City of Light in the same way his "Man...
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