I’ve never paid much attention to my hair. In my youth, it was a dark brown. Then it became speckled gray, then all gray. I don’t ever recall one person saying, “My Don, what great hair you have.” Since the age of 70, I’ve noticed I’m losing some of it. I don’t think I’m …
I rarely read a book twice. “The Art of Dying Well” by Katy Butler is an exception. I just started a third reading of certain chapters. It’s changing how I view the few or many years I have yet to create. The beauty of this practical guide is in the title’s second word – …
I know all of you are poem lovers like me… right? I fell in love with a poem by Mary Oliver titled “I Worried.” A crucial message came home to me in a beautiful manner. I can’t come close to saying it as well as Mary did, so I’m sharing her poem: I worried a …
When he woke up, Charlie was in a new land. Gone were the big, green trees and the fat squirrels and the balcony rail. In their place was a vast world where the sky went on forever. Big, bold mountains poked up everywhere. And sand, warm wonderful sand, carpeted the entire …
Charlie became an apartment cat… that was for sure. On his balcony rail in Madison, Wisconsin, high above the playground of rabbits and squirrels and other neat stuff, Charlie would play out his adventures. His paws would twitch as he dreamed of exciting romps and …
This is a story about a cat named Charlie and the lady who loved him. It all started when a small box mysteriously arrived outside the lady’s doorway. A tiny, gray kitty with bold, white markings popped his head through the top of the box and darted under the big rocking …
My boss Gordon told me for years not to sweat the tiny stuff. I wish he were here tonight. My bedroom and bathroom are being invaded by the tiny stuff – little, black ants who are parading around in their straight lines, marching as if no one can conquer them. I don’t know …
Okay, I promised myself I wouldn’t do another blog about our puppy, Jack Newsom, but he’s really getting on my nerves. Sherry loves him. He can do no wrong. Jack has full rein in our house – both floors. He can open doors I have closed tightly. Jack has a talent for …
Terri Potter was a good friend of mine. I met him during my freshman year at the University of Illinois when we pledged the SAE fraternity. We roomed together as pledges. We had fun dating girls, playing sports and drinking beer. Terri became president of the fraternity his …
Whenever my mother lost something (which was almost daily), she would put her hands together in prayer, look up into the heavens and say, “Saint Anthony, I know you are a busy guy but I’ve searched the whole house for my lost (glasses, purse, keys, earrings, perfume bottle, …
