Romantoes

I hesitate to use that title for this post, because it sounds so...Pollyanna-ish. And trust me, anyone who's Pollyanna-ish about their g...

In the midst of the cretinous circus that's been playing out on Capitol Hill this week, the thing that has struck me most is the off-t...

Hans Thoma, "Kinderreigen," 1872 For years, my mom had been talking about wanting to write something about the games she remem...

This morning I was out in the front yard, once again weeding the bed along the sidewalk. In the distance, I could hear a lawnmower runni...

My mom died in the early morning hours on May 16, about ten weeks after she was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. "Breathe," ...

A friend of mine in Colorado once referred to a late feline of hers as a "magical cat." She didn't explain what she meant, but...

The sinister black Volga, now a "classic car" A few weeks ago I was in Tallinn, Estonia, to attend the annual meeting of the I...

It's a snowy day here in Bexley, Ohio, where we are visiting for a short weekend.  Rose and I walked down to the local coffee shop (well...

Two auction lots, still in cardboard flats. I buy a lot of stuff at auctions.   Well, to tell the truth, I try to do my best to buy wis...