I turned 50 today.  It's very strange to consider.  I mean, I don't feel fifty.  Okay, well SOMETIMES I feel fifty, like when I squa...

As I write this, I have been sick for eight days. I have a 101 degree fever and I feel as if I'm underwater. My poor husband has been d...

Redheads run in my family on my mother's side. Many of us have at least some red to our hair, and one of my cousins inherited th...

Gender and societal roles is an integral part of Going Through the Change,  nowhere more obviously than in the marriage of Linda Alvar...

Continuing my Christmas story. You can read the first three parts here: Part One : In which Gillian and her sons get stranded on the way t...

Last Christmas, I started a Christmas story. I never finished it. I'm hoping to finish it this month. Part 1:  Gillian was traveling f...

I am not an elegant lady. I am a Converse and smart-aleck tee shirt sort of gal. I like my clothes to allow for a walk in the woods, some...

Dear Grandma Liz, Nice trick, dying on your eighty-eighth birthday.  A nice symmetry to that.  And the two eights, like infinity symbol...