• I have a credibility problem. The medical profession has an axiom which advises, “When you hear hoof beats look for horses, not zebras.” In other words, look for the most likely explanation and not the unordinary. In my case when I hear hoof beats I think of unicorns! Once an idea is in my head, no matter how unlikely, it captures my imagination and reduces me to a novelty.

  • Every few years I go home.
    Although home for me for the past 25 years has been here in Florida, “home” home is Southern California. My DNA is a combination Valley Girl and the OC.
    Last week I went home to attend my only, and therefore by default, favorite sister’s 40th wedding anniversary party.
    I missed her wedding 40 years ago when I was living in Maine and very, very pregnant with my daughter Alison, who also flew out to California from her home in Maryland, along with my favorite only granddaughter, Caroline.

  • October 30, 1986 (30 years ago)

  • High in the nighttime sky a spotlight cuts through the darkness. The light is a beacon to every feline within a hundred mile radius. Cats and kittens turn their faces toward the beckoning light and travel to its source. The mewing horde is being drawn forth into the night to answer the call of the Cat Signal!

  • Our lives can pivot in a moment. Long held family traditions that you think can go on forever dissolve right before our eyes, all it takes is just one change of circumstance.

  • Today I did not go to Beall’s Outlet next to Publix in Inverness.
    That may not mean much to you, but to me it was a major big deal.
    Lately, I haven’t been able to stop at Publix without checking out the outlet. Even if I park far away I’ll say, “I need to walk more,” and head over to see what’s new at Beall’s.

  • October 23, 1986 (30 years ago)

  • My misadventures in gardening continued this growing season. Last year I optimistically planted a garden because I just knew that horticultural aptitude flowed through my veins. I was wrong. Within short order Garden 2015 began to wither, decay and explode. To this day I have not the foggiest notion of where I went wrong.

  • In my “other” life I am a real estate broker in North Alabama. I consider it an honor that I am entrusted by others to help with one of the most important personal and financial decisions in their lives.

  • This past week I got an email from someone who has emailed me before, always with thoughtful, thought-provoking comments.
    In this one he wrote, “Permit me to posit the following: Why not consider the word ‘Christian’ more as an adjective than a noun? That is, ‘I try to live a Christian life’ rather than tagging oneself with a label that could suggest a holier than thou attitude….”

  • October 16, 1986 (30 years ago)
    The Kentucky State Police have issued a warning that a rapist, responsible for the rape of a Trimble County woman Sept. 23, is on the loose. According to KSP Lieutenant Dan Davidson, police are confident they can bring the case to a successful conclusion. However, police are cautioning local women that the rapist is still on the loose and that in the meantime, every precaution should be taken.

  • Halloween is just around the corner. Kids are planning their costumes; mine frequently decided on something which was impossible to find or required sewing. I don’t do sewing. Trust me, it’s not a good idea. Parties are in the works, and decorations are under construction.

  • Many Baby Boomers are having the “discussion”:  How are we going to take care of each other in our “golden years,” “active years,” “evening of life years”—any euphemism you can use is fine; it all means the same thing. We are getting OLD.

  • I don’t know why I was so surprised, but I was.
    A few weeks ago, my pastor spoke on a controversial topic, racism, and did an absolutely amazing job, balancing truth and grace.
    That’s not what surprised me.
    What surprised me was learning that he was attacked for it, the target of mean-spirited vitriol, face to face encounters and emails.
    People love grace, but truth? Not so much.

  • October 2, 1986 (30 years ago)
    A car collided into the rear of a school bus last Friday at about 3:40 pm on US Hwy 42, two miles east of Bedford. The bus, which was being driven by Gladys Penick, was stopped when a car driven by Jonathan Parson, 16, Bedford, which was traveling east, skidded about 87 feet, turning completely around and collided into the rear of the bus.