Perils of the Medieval Age When I was little I loved my pediatrician.  Dr. Sandy Matthews was a white haired fellow with penchant f...

Werewolves and Candy Bars My parents told me not to be afraid of thunder.  They told me it was merely the sound of the angels movin...

A List for Summer Where I live, the months of Spring are enchanted.  After the bleak g reys  of February, March bursts on the scene...

Celebration “You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers ...

Old Times There Are Not Forgotten No matter what movie she saw, my Mother generally expressed the same frustrating, yet humorous, re...

Stopping To Think Every frame of the recently aired television production of Hilary Mantel’s, Wolf Hall, was magnificent; I cannot ...

Books and Beaches The Annual Summer Reading List I’ve always admired women who carry clutch bags, those exquisite, tiny creations...

Cannes Not No matter how hard we try, it is almost impossible to escape the culture of celebrity.   Even the casual observers -tho...

So Much Younger Now The pattern on the tablecloth was subtle but I was certain I c ould now draw it unaided, the result of staring ...

The Thunderstorm Companion The afternoon  cracked open and the air turned white with rain. The old cottage winced under cannonades ...