Threes

“Trouble always comes in threes,” Mother warned us when we were growing up. In the past couple of weeks, Keith and I have had our three. First, the mailbox post snapped. We think it had a little help. Then the washing machine refused to drain or do anything: lights...

Nostalgia

Last week, I spent time with my mother, helping her sort clothes, pictures and other items in her home of almost 60 years, the home where she raised her children and hosted her grandchildren, and now the home she is leaving. It is time for another young family to...

When I’m worried

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep,  I count my blessings instead of sheep.  And I fall asleep counting my blessings.  That might have worked for Irving Berlin and Bing Crosby, but I use a different technique. Whenever this New England Eeyore senses that something bad...