I’m a saver. Every time my inbox mounts to the limit of 4,000 emails, I move a few thousand to random folders I doubt I’ll ever find again; and then I’m set for another few weeks of not deleting messages, mainly from the likes of Sock Hop Sundays, Hot Tub …
During the first half of my fifties, I visited my parents in Florida a few times a year for a few days at a time. Then a friend, whose parents had died when she was in her early twenties, convinced me I should visit my folks every month. So I …
I wrote “worry” on my to-do list to remind myself to buy the book with that title. When my oldest daughter caught sight of my list, she thought that my chores for the day were to call the dentist, roast a chicken and worry. She knows me well. What …