My Diaries, My Letters, My Choice: What I’m Sorting Now So Nobody Has to Wonder
Last Sunday afternoon, my husband was out in the garage, and the house was still. I sat down on the edge of our bed and opened the bottom drawer of …
Last Sunday afternoon, my husband was out in the garage, and the house was still. I sat down on the edge of our bed and opened the bottom drawer of …
The envelope had a little blue window and big red letters on the front. “Important Medicare Information Enclosed.” It was addressed to me. I’m not even 65 yet. By the …
Has your hair changed a lot over the years? Maybe it feels thinner on top. Maybe it’s softer, drier, or a brand new shade of silver. That’s normal after 70. …
Every year, the week after Halloween, the catalogs start coming. First it’s one or two. Then it’s a stack every day, with shiny covers, red bows, and sweaters I would …
Have you seen barrel jeans and wondered if they’re for you? They have a curved leg that’s roomy at the knee and narrow at the ankle. They look a little …
My husband and I have shared almost everything for forty years. The garage was never one of them. The garage is his space. I made peace with that a long …
Three bags. That’s what my mother and I filled one Saturday when she was 78. Not one thing in those bags made either of us cry. There were no photos, …
How will you ring in the New Year? Maybe you have dinner plans at a nice restaurant. Maybe friends are having a party. Or maybe you’ll watch the ball drop …
Last spring, I made a mistake I don’t want to make again. I opened the garage on the first warm day to bring out the patio things. The cushions I …
“Grandma, why do you have three can openers?” My grandson was helping me carry groceries in. He opened the drawer by the stove to find a pen, and there they …