An Hour A Day

 Today is the day before April, the day for me to reprint my now-traditional day-before-April post. My mother was an elementary schoo...

Greetings from West Bloomfield, Michigan, where I've just finished up a wondrous week of school visits, taking advantage of the Universi...

Yesterday I went to my first followup appointment with the orthopedist since I fell just over two weeks ago and broke my foot. It's be...

I'm off this morning to the airport to fly off to Missouri where I'll attend the Children's Literature Festival hosted by the Un...

To have a fractured foot is to experience what it's like to be dependent. Told that I can't bear any weight on my injured foot for 4...

I've been crying off and on for two days, hosting a lavish pity party for myself, as I contemplate all the changes this broken foot is b...

I wrote a blog post in January on "under-appreciated pleasures." In it I focused on the pleasure of rolling over in bed, something...