Letters. Gifts of thought for an audience of one — you. Neither as transient as a phone call nor as expedient as an e-mail nor as perfunctory as a text message, a personal hand-written letter is valued precisely because it isn’t technological, because it… Read More
From September, 1994, to May, 2004, a very popular, award-winning television sitcom aired on NBC called “FRIENDS.” It was about six friends in their early 20s and 30s who lived in Manhattan and it followed the ups and downs of their daily lives..… Read More
She arrived unexpectedly last Friday, just like my son did years ago — don’t they always. But she is everything I wanted, and more — just like my son was. And in fact, my now-grown son was actually there with me at the… Read More
Spring has come to South Texas, though it isn’t a spring as most people visualize it. Spring here means clean-up, much like the fall season in New England, with leaf blowers whirring and edgers shaving and big lawnmowers riding over and over the grass… Read More
I have always been a worrier, perhaps because I have always lived for the future. Plans, goals, benchmarks all dominated my thinking for many, many years, not only for myself, but for my family, my students, and my colleagues. I was so goal oriented… Read More
Cadillac was founded by Henry Leland in 1902. It was named after a French explorer, Antoine Laumet, a commoner who presumptuously changed his name to that of a nobleman, Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac, when he founded Detroit in 1701. Hence, the moniker “Cadillac” as… Read More
I drive a 2011 Cadillac CTS V-6 , 3.6 L. She is raven black with ecru leather interior, she has a little over 100,000 miles on her, and she flat moves — in and out, over and under, around and through. I have driven… Read More
I have never been person who clings to the past. I’m not terribly sentimental and I carry forward neither grudges nor regrets. When I recall the past at all, it is because some small reminder, a photo or a song, conjures up usually… Read More
Here we are again at the “intermezzo” of the year, before old becomes new again. We’re eating leftovers from Christmas, picking up all the trash, putting away dishes and gifts (if any), and settling down to write some notes, review the year, and yes —… Read More
My Mother loved Christmas, more than any holiday, or birthdays, or other special occasions. She spent her career in retail as a personnel manager at a J. C. Penney store and, in spite of the extra long hours including nights and weekends during the… Read More
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