My mother was an avowed sun worshipper. Her rituals were simple: don a bathing suit, set up the chaise longue in the backyard, lather on...

On our first trip to England Robert and I traveled from London to Kent. While there we visited Canterbury Cathedral. All these years...

I’m standing at the large, south-facing window in our shrine room practicing Chi Kung. The distant mountains are obscured by falling...

“Leroy, it’s time we got the boxes up from the cellar.” These words set my young heart aflutter. Those boxes contained Grammy’s supply of...

“Of all the needs a book has, the chief need is that it be readable.” An Autobiography, 1883 For the past several months, I’ve been...

A morning spent pulling weeds reminds me why my flower beds are in such a state of disarray: I hate gardening. Don’t get me wrong, I have...

This month I celebrate my eighteenth retirement anniversary. For decades I’d honed the craft of teaching. I’d mastered the art of...

July 4th, 1972. My then-husband is driving our Chevy van — our transportation and home for the past two months — up Main Street in this...

Our house was at the top of a short, steep hill in a town of many hills. We were surrounded by mountains. In addition to the famed...

Part 3. The Evolution of Gluten-free Gluten, the ingredient that gives bread its texture, shape and resilience, is now blamed for a host...