The Misadventures of Widowhood

  A fire engine just went by on the main street, horns blasting they way they do when little boys grow up to do a man’s work. I can barely s...

With the holiday spirit hanging in the air---the decorations lighting up the neighborhood nights, the Christmas music and good cheer ...

This past weekend my adoptive hometown had a fire that destroyed its oldest building, circa 1873. Before the 1930s it was a pool hall...