Ric was a seasoned picker. He taught me to keep an eye out for those special items that spoke to me. Read More

“So Mom, guess what happened today?” She’s washing, I’m drying. The house is finally quiet, everyone is settling down, and it’s the first time we’ve been alone together all day. “Oh, Barb, just tell me, I don’t have time to play games.” I know exactly what she’s thinking. This happens every single night. “Remember I… Read More

I was one of five children growing up. Larry was about four years older than I was, Ricky four years younger, and Keith and Kevin six years younger. So in our family hierarchy, Ricky and I shared billing as middle children. Read More

There was hand sanitizer at every place setting, the centerpiece was a bowl filled with rubber gloves, and for desert we had our choice of individually wrapped pastries. Read More

But I don’t want cursive to die. Because from one hand to the next, it’s such a distinctive expression of who each of us is. Read More

...it's all very rushed and intense and exciting there by the curb, as if each of us is exactly who the other is meant to meet at that moment in time. Read More

I'll let their stories speak for themselves, and for me. Read More

The manicure station is close to the door leading to and from the main lobby, and it’s always fun to sit and watch the steady stream of fit figures come and go. Read More

The crown jewels of his magazine collection are the first eight issues of Verve. He wouldn't let me touch them, but would instead slowly turn the pages for me. Read More

Because, really, how many middle-aged couples would be willing to take in a small child and turn their comfortable lifestyle on its head with bottles and baby food and diapers and naps. Read More