Month: March 2018

  Ah, the first Wednesday of Spring. I called my friend Geisel, as I do every Wednesday. We had a great big chat. He bought a new hat. And. He’s decided to quit eating ham, but he still loves a

I saw a news story yesterday about a gorilla. A male Silverback gorilla who lives at the Philadelphia Zoo. His name is Louis, and he likes to walk around standing straight up. On two legs. He rarely does that four-legged

  “Plodding wins the race.” — Aesop One of the people I admire most in this world was a plodder. My Dad. He was a lot of things, actually. He died at the age of 91, and it felt like

I think this is the time of the year for Girl Scout Cookies. Many of you know I don’t eat cookies anymore. The last time I had a cookie was 1980 or so. I bet there have been a lot

Today, was in fact, St. Patrick’s Day. I’m not going to write about that, since I am not the least bit Irish, and even if I were, I would still not really give a darn about it. Truthfully, it is

March Madness is afoot. Theoretically, this could mean a lot of things to a lot of people. March Madness may be the absolute zaniness that occurs when people are told to walk in a straight line, in step with everyone

On any given day, a flurry of news headlines whoosh before our eyes. Well. My eyes, at least. I have things set up that way, intentionally. I get “news feeds” delivered directly to my Inbox. From the widest of sources.

Four times in the past 24 hours or so, I have “stumbled” across messages about perfection. When the same things keep coming across the wires, it makes me contemplate. My little brain wonders, “Who is trying to tell me WHAT?”

We all travel differently. Even though you and I walk, to get from place to place, we do not stride in the exact same manner. Some people have broad, measured steps. Others are quick and nimble. And there are gliders,

As days go, this has to be one of my favorites of the year. March 11th. It is my sister’s birthday. Being the youngest of seven children, I like the days, of the birthdays, of my sibs. So yes. This