As our dog Moab ages, I think back on many of the dogs we’ve had. Recently, Debi and I reminisced about Sasha, a Harlequin Great Dane we got when Tyler was in elementary school. (“Honest, Mom, I’ll feed her,” said Tyler. “Every day.”) She was a sweet dog, and she shared some wonderful…
Growing up, my parents kept a list of friends they would write once a year, at Christmas. These included friends from prior “tours of duty” in the Navy, former neighbors, distant family and a smattering of current relationships. The ritual each year … which thankfully I only had to observe and not execute … was…
I just updated my Skype client and was using it to talk with the grandgirls. I have to say, the experience is darned good. But then, they both started talking with me and everyone was happy! Then Macy wanted to show me something special: The girls brought up Hawaii — where we all plan to…
Debi and I headed over to Frye’s to pick up a new computer to replace her aging laptop. As we got out of the car to walk into the store, we stopped for a moment to contemplate the Silicon Valley sunset.
My dad, a pilot for 30 years, would insist that I leave an itinerary of where I was going and when I was expected back. During high school, I assumed this was motivated by the same pesky intrusiveness and control that denied me free rein in many other aspects of my life. I’m sure there…
It’s trite, but often untrue, to say we do altruistic things to make the world a better place for our grandchildren. That said, it’s still a good frame of reference for decisions. I’ve tried to be kind to the planet and to other folks … to contribute to a society which provides both opportunity and…
