The Right to Wear Powdered Wigs and Use Outhouses

The truth is, I’ve got nothing to blog about. The longer I’ve stayed away from blogging, the harder it’s been to get back into the groove. Not because I’ve been working on some important pursuit, like writing the Great American Novel. Sadly, that’s not why. Continue reading

Hot Pants, Landlines & the Way it Was

My generation didn’t have Uber, Snap Chat, Twitter or Facebook. We didn’t text our friends. We’d pick up the phone, call them and talk. For hours at a time. Continue reading

Dog on a Bench Makes Like a Statue

So I went for a long walk with my dog, Oliver Twist. At 4 years of age, the ragamuffin has a lot more energy–and stamina–than Henry, the King Charles Cavalier who descends from royalty. Continue reading