We sixty somethings are reluctant to admit it but many of us don’t regularly share a bed with our partners. Some of us even sleep in separate rooms. Though there are certainly ghostly visitations, many partners have found that the quality of their… Read More ›
Peccadillos ahead! PECCADILLO: n pl -loes, -los a petty sin or trifling fault [from Spanish pecadillo, from pecado sin, from Latin peccātum, from peccāre to transgress] The word “peccadillo” was the answer on a Jeopardy question last night. I got… Read More ›
There are no good haunted houses around anymore; I’m thinking of old mansions, like Miss Havisham’s, with moldering curtains at the window, moth-eaten furniture, and old newspapers and pictures from another era strewn over the floors. There are, unfortunately,… Read More ›
Wherein the author disses Latin.
I am very picky about poetry. Sentimental, forced rhyme annoys me. Abstruse poetry bores me. I’m too lazy to work hard to extract meaning. My poems of choice must surprise me; at least a line or two should provoke me to think,… Read More ›
I buy books, I read books, I hoard books. I like their smell, their feel, their look and the promise of wisdom locked inside. I like new books, in particular, with hard, matte covers and book jackets with pictures of… Read More ›
It is January – cold, stripped-down, battened-down January. Not a lot to look at outside my window: the trees are brooms. The roofs are crusted with dirty snow and a gaggle of dingy grackles. Grit from sand and salt coats the… Read More ›
I seem to be most creative when I can only devote a small, niggling amount of time to a project or idea. Though my time is consumed with lots of important tasks involving work or family, those small, stolen moments… Read More ›
It’s bitterly cold and dark outside. You decide that a hot shower is just the ticket to relax and warm your bones. You run the shower. Cold. You run it some more. Cold. You check the sinks around the house…. Read More ›
It’s hard to listen to this tune without waxing nostalgic and growing a bit teary-eyed as I remember old friends from long ago whom I haven’t seen in years. I read somewhere that “everyone you ever meet, you first met… Read More ›
