I’ll Know It When I Hear It

I was stretched out on the couch under a blanket. Twilight. The neighborhood remained quiet, but I couldn’t get back to sleep after letting the dog outside. I queued up a much talked about podcast. Hours later when Stockton woke up and got ready for a bike ride, I was still on the couch listening…

Approaching the Speed Limit

In the 90s if my friend and I wanted to avoid eavesdroppers, we spoke in our secret language. We learned it from a book. It didn’t take long for us to fire off sentences on the bus or playground, smirking conspiratorially as other kids stared with heads tilted and eyebrows up. I’m not going to…

Extra! Extra!

  Another treat for Blindness Awareness Month, check it out:  Emily interviewed me this week over on her blog, On the Blink.

My Grandmother’s Ravioli

There are two kinds of people in this world: people who know who Mo Rocca is and people who don’t. It’s hard not to like him once you hear him being funny. I’m a fan of his, but I miss his appearances sometimes.  Luckily, I have many Stocktons. The other day, my brother-in-law and his…

Endless Cups of Coffee

You’re either a rewatcher or not. I’m one, but I’m a selective one. I buy movies and seek out TV programs if they entertain me every time I tune in. I can’t say my DVD collection–with the likes of Mean Girls, Gladiator, Love Actually–is a status symbol, more like a shortcut to my sense of…