I tend to doodle in between trying to figure out crossword puzzle clues. Doodling also helps me think. I was …

I tend to doodle in between trying to figure out crossword puzzle clues. Doodling also helps me think. I was …
My dad turned 82 in July. His wife had planned a surprise breakfast for him with family and friends at …
I created a new blog dedicated to conversations with my inimitable Shih Tzu, Gio. Please check it out and follow …
Last September I wrote about five lessons my mother taught me. As we honor our fathers tomorrow on Father’s Day, I …
On this day, six years ago, my mom died. I believe only her body died and that her soul lives …
My parents were in their 20s when they built their first home in the woods of southern New Jersey. They …
My mother used to say there was a song for everything. I never believed her until I was ten years …
Hi Friends, 21 breeds of dog. 21 poems. 21 Lancaster, PA artists! My new book has been published - Lancaster Unleashed: …
Freiman and I went to a concert on Saturday night at the Fulton Theater in Lancaster, PA. The Lancaster Symphony …
Lately I’ve been thinking about my mom, who shuffled off this mortal coil five and half years ago. As I …
Last night Freiman came home with a cookbook given to him by a client. Written by an Amish woman named …
As a fellow traveler, I’m a big fan of Lesley Carter’s website/blog about her travels, and those of others: Bucket …
Huxley’s was aflutter as Joe summoned the staff and residents into the front living room. Dentures clacked and walkers clicked. …
Ken lit up a cigarette. Joe snatched it from his mouth and flung it out the window. “Dad!” Ken yelled. …
As I wrote in the most recent blog post, one must write and sketch when traveling. I don’t say or …
Freiman and I just returned from a Baltic cruise – Stockholm, Helsinki, St. Petersburg, Tallin, Riga, and back to Stockholm …
Midweek, Joe furtively called Chumley’s Rest, pretending to be a reporter, and asked about the robberies . From what Mr. …
Later that day, at dinner while silverware clinked and the low din of idle chatter filled the dining room, Joe …
When the two men returned in a taxi to Huxley’s, the place was abuzz. A police car sat squarely in …
During the next few days, Joe talked with the residents and the staff, but came up with squat. Nobody had …
Estelle stood aghast in the doorway to her room. “My diamonds!” she screamed again. Joe moved his spindly legs as …
Joe laughed to himself as he sat by the window. Not about Irving or “The Case of the Powdered Eggs” …
Joe Martin sat quietly on a Saturday afternoon by the bay window in the dusty sunlit living room of Huxley’s …
I stopped the car in front of an abandoned farmhouse. All but one of the front facade windows was broken. …
Mom used to take me up the mountain to Lake Hurff in the summers. When I walked into the water, …