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How dry I was

February 5, 2023

April may be the cruelest month, according to T.S. Eliot. But January is definitely the longest. It’s a wintry, gray, wet slog. How do you make it even longer? Sign up for Dry January. I experienced a pretty “wet” December; we had some gatherings with neighbors, and I drank much more wine than usual. I also discovered the Maker’s Mark Old Fashioned while on vacation in Nashville. All…

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Giving the Lakes the Finger

October 16, 2021

Throughout the pandemic, we have observed a range of behaviors from people our age. I know a grandma just recently recovered from breast cancer who flies out west to visit loved ones and travels regularly with her significant other. Another couple who regularly entertain the unvaccinated grandkids and have taken multiple Road Scholar trips. An urban couple who have remained in virtual lockdown the entire time — no…

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Paddling to an epiphany

August 30, 2020

The yellow house on shore stayed in the same spot, and I had been watching it for what seemed like an eternity as I struggled to reach Tower Beach on Rehoboth Bay. The swells on open water were rougher than I had ever faced. The dark clouds were threatening and the wind blew right at us. The shore never seemed to be getting any closer. At that point,…

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Yellowstone – a world apart

June 7, 2016

June 7, 2016 – Old Faithful Inn, Yellowstone National Park  Who would think four days (so far) on a bus would be so exhausting? Here we are in Yellowstone National Park, it is 8:49 p.m. and still light outside, and we really just want to go to bed. The last two days have been spent touring Yellowstone. We entered dramatically through Roosevelt Arch at the North Entrance and…

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Strumming away Alzheimer’s

January 20, 2016

The last time I saw my mom, she didn’t know who I was.  I flew to Texas to visit her because the end was near, and she was more interested in watching “NCIS”  than in chatting with her daughter during what I knew would be the final visit. In her nursing home room, there was a yellow sticky on a wall with the word “Delaware” written on it. Before she had totally forgotten…