Empty Nest Feathers

  I was in the middle of a haircut when K., my fabulous hairdresser, looked at me in the mirror with her eyes wide.  "You older women,...

(I have buried the lead on this story. Please persist to the end.) I think I was five, maybe six, years old when I got the best Christmas pr...

Sitting on the park bench like bookends. I was 14 when Simon and Garfunkel's Bookends  album came out, and I listened to it on repeat. T...

Back at the stove! A couple of weeks ago, when I introduced the new friend who lives in my hip*, Winifred, I promised a blow-by-blow report ...

  My surgeon apparently favors the button-and-zipper incision.* What a cliffhanger!  When I left you three weeks ago with a photo of Tom Wal...

Tim Walz's Award-Winning Tater Tot Casserole, now in my freezer If I had told you a few decades ago that I have a new haircut, my toes a...

  One of my sassier friends (Hi, A!) was a bigwig at a convention I had been scheduled to attend when we found out that Boy#4 and his Lovely...