This isn’t the best week in the US to put out a non-political non-election-related blog post. Who’s going to read such a thing? There’s...

I do not live on a trick-or-treating road. For 24 years I’ve lived in this house. For 24 years, nary a Halloween trick-or-treater. It’s a...

“You always do this,” my husband said. “Fret about having to go somewhere, then come home and gush about it. You always have a great...

It’s official. I’m a nearly sixty-year-old chick who’s climbed the stairwell of the Empire State Building, from bottom to top, in...

Not long ago, my luck in life improved when someone I know gifted me a cruelty that was meant to put me down and raise them up — which it...

I was sitting at Starbucks the other day at a window seat, looking out onto a beautiful, upscale plaza near my house. It was a day of...

I love kids like crazy. I’m not sure if I would make a good kindergarten teacher, but I’d make a stellar playdate-for-hire. I can’t get...

I’m excited. Tomorrow, for the second time, I’ll get to test my new tracking system for climbing the stairwell of a nearby building 32...

It was such a glorious day. The sky soared in its hopeful blue, the jet contrails streaking east to west, north to south, giving a depth...

I was walking the other day when I rounded the corner and saw him — or her. A stone-cold raccoon lying on the edge of the road. Flies...

Friends, Happy End of Summer! The Little Cartoon Blog is taking a hiatus this week and will return next week. Ahh, it feels so good to...

The other day I asked my son whether I could have just as easily been a rock instead of me. He looked at me, knowing I was up to my usual...

After coming out of a recent period of worry and anxiety — a lovely, occasional tradition of mine — I looked online for that old quote we...

I was near the check-out line at Walmart when I saw her. A little thing. A sparrow. A being from the great natural realm, not from the...

They started when I was a baby. The first one wasn’t written, it was spoken, from my grandmother’s lips to my mom’s ear, but it brushed...

At the rec center, in the hallway between the small rooms that house summer camp classes, young campers and teen counselors put on the...

The other day I wheeled twelve bags of crushed rock across the Home Depot parking lot to my car and opened my back hatch. I hadn’t lifted...

I was spread out with all my diva needs on my sectional couch, writing and reading, while my 18-year-old cat sprawled next to me atop a...

This week in the US we celebrate our Independence Day. There’ll be fireworks, BBQs, parades, all kinds of gatherings, or relaxing for a...

If you could be anyone at all, who would you be? You’ve heard this question. It’s an oldie but goodie. It helps put a finger on a big...