Happy Birthday, Gram.  I loved you beyond all reason, and you loved me back.  I will miss you always.



Charlie invited me to breakfast for Mother’s Day. It was nice.

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We are always the same age inside…..

My daughter tells me she doesn’t feel older on her birthday. She feels older on her son’s birthday. Oh, how I understand.

“We are always the same age inside.”

Gertrude Stein

– I’ve always found that thought provoking. I can’t explain, but I know it’s true.

And because it’s true, I am puzzled that my daughter is as old as she is – I’m not that old. Inside.

Old Lady Adventures

I'm not this damn old on the inside...

biking america

which is 4,229 miles, should anyone ask


Every Ballpark, Every Day.

Musings & Meaning

in the Midnight Hour

A Baseball Road Trip

Thirty Major League Baseball Stadiums. Sixty Stadium Dogs. One Season.