Afternoon Reflection. Something drawn from literature, journalism, music, or conversation that could have meaning for you. By Barry Novick.
Dickey Betts. “Ramblin’ Man.”
Remembering Dickey Betts and featuring "Blue Sky." Click thru.
All in Life Ramblings
Afternoon Reflection. Something drawn from literature, journalism, music, or conversation that could have meaning for you. By Barry Novick.
Remembering Dickey Betts and featuring "Blue Sky." Click thru.
Follow Tina Folks through the layered labyrinth of everyday living with her whimsical colored sketches and insightful commentary.
It's National Weed Day. Who knew?
“It stayed with me all these years…”
It’s funny how those memories stay with us, taking on more meaning than one could have imagined. A memory by Mary Ann DiLorenzo.
Wedding Season... June is around the corner and wedding season really seems to be a “thing” again!
The things we remember. By Angela Rieck.
Afternoon Reflection. Something drawn from literature, journalism, music, or conversation that could have meaning for you. By Barry Novick.
Remember the music of the late sixties, early seventies? The freedom, the open road, the wind blowing through your hair? Featuring L.A. Woman, by The Doors.
A vignette… you can relate, I’m sure.
Why three cups and not four? One of life’s mysteries. By Lynda Bernard.
A bit of a ramble by Sandra Novick.
Sunny skies, a stress-filled world, “golden year decisions,” my friend’s bike crack-up, and a morning walk through Sag Harbor. It all comes together.
A Hummingbird series, Days With Daisy.
I never thought much about it in the past— it was just a “dog” behavior. Experiencing the simple pleasures of life. By Sandra Novick.
Remembering a first road trip.
An essay. From the Verrazano Bridge to the Washington, D.C. Beltway, Mary Ann DiLorenzo fondly remembers her first road trip.
“Dog parks are the new water coolers.”
Just grab your dog and go! By Angela Rieck.
A summary of 3 proven tips to aging “exuberantly.”
More Life Hacks. By Sandra Novick
A Charming Account of "Growing Up.”
“I feared each thunderstorm was the beginning of my eventual march to hell for all of my unknown misdeeds.” By Angela Rieck.