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I fell in love with the T.S. Eliot poem “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” way back as a high school student for the poem’s imagery and rhythm. Who can…
I fell in love with the T.S. Eliot poem “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” way back as a high school student for the poem’s imagery and rhythm. Who can…
Lately, I've been pondering on the challenges of living with an ill or dying partner. It's one thing for a healthy young couple to commit to "in sickness and in…
Bob and I sat down today for one of those difficult discussions. It’s time (again) to de-clutter and downsize. We already did that ten years ago, when we moved to…
From our patio, we photographed the police helicopters yesterday. They are here to help locate the escaped and dangerous convicted murderer, hiding about a mile from our home. For the…
Woe are we whose technological skills lag those of our 11-year old grandchildren. Travel is very difficult for those without internet and smart phones and the skills to use them.…
A decade or so ago, I foolishly believed we could chart aging as we did preschool development. As parents, we all knew that those first years of a baby’s development…
Departing Miami at sunset, a view of South Beach. Sorry, I just wasn't inspired to take pictures of celebrity homes on Fisher Island... We were roused early this morning for…