By Barbara Mellon
Now and again we all get stuck in a rut; I’m certainly no exception. With gas prices as high as they are, I have pretty much limited my driving to trips of necessity.
By Claudia Costa-Jacobson
Often when I think of my life it doesn’t seem to feel like anything to be grateful for. I’m writing this sitting in a hospital bed in my living room.
By Phyllis Galowitz
The hard frost came early this year and with it the dahlias and cannas turned black, signifying the end of the flowers and vegetables of late summer and fall in my garden. It’s sad, but I’m ready for the change of season.