My inspiring friend Dick Hill, whom I wrote about here (please read it if you haven't before) and a little bit here , offered some of h...

It started sixteen or seventeen years ago. Christmas was coming. Rick and I had now been together long enough to know that this was no short...

Note: My computer has crashed. I'm periodically on loaners but if you don't hear from me or if I don't visit, there's a rea...

An Ode to My Fridge   My fridge. It holds much more than food. The memories are bad and good. There's last week's salad, ...