A cross-town excursion, a soldier who would never fill out his uniform. A tiny woman in a red polka dot dress. He made her laugh and la...

The summer of my eighth year of childhood is indelibly transcribed in my memory file folders, the one labeled PARENTS. It was the summer ...

Something I adore about taking a vacation is having my mail held at the post office. I love the opportunity to visit postal workers who n...

It seems for so many mothers and daughters, there comes a first day of estrangement that at the time seems to just be another squabble th...

I have a confession to make this new day of the New Year. I adore the Lawrence Welk show! I was not even aware of this show until sever...

My mother-in-law Ruth lived a life of friendship that is most extraordinary to me. During her days before marriage,  Ruth worked as...

I was one of those "mean" Mom's who wouldn't purchase store bought Halloween costumes for her children. I would say to my...

I love Emily Post. I love manners. When I was a young teen I discovered a copy of "Emily Posts Book of Ettiquite" tucked in with m...