Finding Peace in Thanksgiving

If all goes according to plan, on the day after tomorrow I will get on a plane with my daughter and fly from Colorado to Chicago, where we will spend Thanksgiving with a boatload of four generations we are related to. For a long time now this has been the primary...

7:00 Is Not Bedtime

A couple of days ago, at 6:50 p.m., I said to my young adult son, “I’m going out for a haircut.” “It’s almost 7:00,” he said. “I know,” I answered. “I have a 7:00 appointment.” “But it’s almost your bedtime.” I took offense. I promise you, I do not go to bed at 7:00....

I Don’t Get Out Much

It’s been four weeks since I put gas in my car, and in that time I have driven 118 miles. Apparently my bubble contains my movements to a three-mile radius of my home. Target. Church. Gym. Yeah, that’s about it. If I go to the library, I walk because...

“Have a Nice Week.”

“Have a nice week.” That’s my mother’s regular sign-off to our regular telephone conversations. For many years it made perfect sense. I tended to call her on Sunday afternoons and we’d shoot the breeze until neither of us could think of anything else to say. Most of...