Opinion

It was simply one of those days. A wake-up call that didn’t involve coffee or soft music, let alone the sound of little birds singing to herald the dawning of a new day. “This is Bank of America. We have reason to believe that...

I stopped by a section of land the other day and let my mind’s eye roll back over the years to a time when that corner piece was a half a block down the alley from where my family lived for the last nine...

It seemed to take blooming ages to get back to my life after my surgery. They say that the older you are, the slower you heal, and they are not kidding! Unfortunately for me, I had previously enquired before the surgery about the general...

September is both Healthy Aging and National Self-Care Awareness Month, making this the perfect time to spread the word about how self-care can positively impact our long-term health. As we get older, it becomes increasingly important to be intentional about how we care for ourselves,...

Things have sure been happening fast, haven’t they? No trouble finding all sorts of things to write about. My blushing bride asked me to write only good pleasant things or humorous things and I tried. Honest! It’s difficult to write happy things when our...

When you are crawling toward 24 years of marriage and over 26 together, the fireworks are not always going off, unless the neighbor decides that the Fourth of July cannot come soon enough. You are mostly like two comfortable-ish chairs, grumbling about the thing...

You cannot be in Idaho without thinking potato. For most of the uninformed world, that is its claim to fame. We noted on the map that husband’s tribe, The Blackfoot or Blackfeet tribe, had their own town of Blackfoot on our route and, not...

This had been a long time in the making. The last time we did “Grandmas Gone Wild” in Vegas was only just post-pandemic and things were a little different back then. I’m not what you would call a gambler, per se, but I do...

One late afternoon some years ago I stood among rows of uniformly sized brass markers placed with military precision in the grass at the Riverside National Cemetery. At my feet was my father’s marker, and this was my annual pilgrimage to his final resting...

We’ve been on the gravy train these past couple of weeks and this train has fallen off the tracks. Going home for the holidays is not for the faint of heart, as far as the stomach and waistline are concerned. I had planned to...