Ten Miles of Hell

Ten Miles of Hell

I hate that picture. Or, I should say, I hated it. It is now one of my most prized possessions. The framed moment was the first thing I grabbed when my father’s life suddenly ended back in September of 1987. I now look lovingly at it as it sits atop my desk. I still...
Persistent Beauty

Persistent Beauty

The crocuses are popping up all over Washington. I’m not sure what they are thinking given that it is still hat-and-glove weather here in our nation’s capital. I can hear them – “Really, we are on now? Can’t we sleep a little longer till the ground is softer and the...

These Are My Days

Grey hair? Check. Less energy? Check. Memory loss? Check. Hot flashes? Creaky knees? Boring Saturday nights? Damn it. Check, check, check. Yes, I have all the signs of solid middle-age creeping into old age. But recently, I discovered yet another symptom of rounding...