So it's June and we finally made the seasonal move. We left hot and steamy Florida for the cooler air of New England. We were a month later this year, attributable to the COVID-19 induced fear of flying. But when a high-humidity bad hair day commences at 7 in the morning, one is inclined to
My husband and I just returned from a successful 10-day holiday. I deem it successful because we managed to avoid almost all of the hazards of traveling. We had: no flight delays, no lost luggage, comfortable hotels, absence of intestinal backlash, good weather, and letting others do the driving, which greatly minimizes opportunities
Dear Diary: I have to confess that what I’m about to do feels very weird indeed. I haven’t written in a diary since I was a love-sick teenager, age 13. It was the summer that my first boyfriend Joey dumped me for my best friend, Joanie. Perhaps the alliterative sound of Joey and Joanie was
Honestly, did I really need another reminder that I was old? I thought I paid my dues this year with a few more wrinkles, deeper frown lines, a couple of extra sun spots, and a pair of eyeglasses that I was now required to use when driving. Oh, and the addition to my never-again list
