He may have thought he was furiously fleeing, and that I wouldn't catch more than a fleeting glance at his hardened derriere but he w...

I kind of hate to admit it, but I went to the cemetery again today. I rode with my youngest daughter. It was as much a mother-daughter time ...

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative. Oscar Wilde (This is my contribution to today's Photo Frida...

I know a lot of people aren't bothered with this problem at all. I am trying to learn not to be bothered with it but it is a hard habit...

We went yesterday to visit the cemetery. I was overdue for a visit. Always, at the beginning, I am a bit on the edge emotionally. It's j...