It’s been eight Thanksgivings since I purged my turkey roaster, sold my double oven and threw in the house as part of the deal. Thanksgiving stopped being my headache. As a matter of fact, it stopped being anything at all…. Read More ›
alternate retirement options
Summertime in Paris
It’s quiet here. Not so much in the tourist areas, which are as inundated as ever. But in the 11th where I live, signs hang on most doorways announcing extended closures. Here, we are in the midst of an age-old migration:… Read More ›
The World In Between 