Happy Father’s Day…
To Phil, who took us all on as his own. And I mean all. He is stuck with us for good, no matter how curmudgeony he pretends to get. He has nicknames for each...
To Phil, who took us all on as his own. And I mean all. He is stuck with us for good, no matter how curmudgeony he pretends to get. He has nicknames for each...
To my mother who was a far better mom than she gives herself credit for. And it’s a little scary how much like her I am. Quote in Saturday’s Globe: “If you want to...
Back from Florida again. You might be asking “How can she possibly complain about her budget?” Good question. What do you get when you mix 2 second graders, a tween, a teen, 3 college/grad...
I escaped the frozen tundra that is New England for a few days and ran into a few characters. First, me. I continued to work on my photography skills, … … and rediscovered my favorite...