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Repairing Data Breaches in My Soul

Repairing Data Breaches in My Soul

Yet Another Data Breach -- Millions of Victims News of another data breach resounds. This time Marriott has exposed us to danger.  The reality that hundreds of thousands of folks times 10 have had pertinent and personal information stolen shocks -- again. A bunch of...

Dealing with My Own Closed Doors

Dealing with My Own Closed Doors

We are Christmas-ing in a picturesque apartment in Annapolis. It was once part of the carriage house for an 18th century Georgian townhouse. Part of its charm is the height of its ceilings, 12-15 feet, as well as the expanse of its rooms. The drafts its dimensions...

The Quiet

The Quiet

While on our evening walk tonight, the quiet felt just like the quiet of a Sunday afternoon in Baltimore a few decades before the Blue laws were lifted, or in Jonesville South Carolina when we visited my grandmother in the early 1950’s. I could never figure how to...

Driving Safety in Autumn Gardens

Driving Safety in Autumn Gardens

Driving safety may be the elephant in the room for families of seasoned citizens. We need to assess our capabilities before the accidents – not after. Recently I was with friends who  are feeling as  much angst over their aging parents driving safety as they did over...

Aging Skin and Strudel

Aging Skin and Strudel

How thin-skinned I have become in my autumn’s garden! My skin isn’t yet translucent, but it is prone to dry out, itch, and tear. Too much information? Sorry. Aging is a new adventure every morning. I discover  which part of the old anatomy will not wake up, cooperate,...

A Place for Every Thing . . .

. . . and every thing in its place was one of the proverbs that misled me, and confounded my housekeeping. It is not true. There is not a place for everything; nor can every thing have its own place. Maybe that worked a hundred years ago when things were not widely...

An Anniversary of An Assassination

An Anniversary of An Assassination

Repeating myself on the 49th Anniversary of an assassination that changed American history  and me. On this day in 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King’s life ended – shot by an assassin. He and others throughout the 1960’s forced Americans to look at how we treated some of...

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