Last week, I stopped into a local home improvement store looking for some mums to brighten up the frazzled summer planters on our front porch. As I walked towards the garden center, I noticed the clearance patio furniture was mingling with ghoulish zombies and inflatable front lawn witches.

You’re either a fair person or you’re not.

Every morning when I walk out my front door to work, I see a pinwheel spinning in one of my flower pots in the garden.

“Thank you for listening to me,” he said as we stood in the hallway talking. He smiled at me before pushing his walker slowly down the hall back to his room. ...

I don’t like to think that I’m middle aged, but it’s true. Today, I got a telemarketing call wanting to talk to me about my Medicare Advantage plan. I made her repeat it before I realized what she was asking me.

I’m not one to quote Greek philosophers, but the words “the only thing constant is change” has been floating through my mind lately.

One of my earliest memories of my dad was waiting to surprise him when he came home each day from work.

I picked her up at the Phoenix airport around 9 p.m., this tall young woman wearing Converse high-tops painted two different colors, and pants with one leg black and one leg white.

It’s been 13,689 days since I passed my driver’s test.

This is the 110th year that we’ve celebrated Mother’s Day in every U.S. state, according to Wikipedia.

He was supposed to be a puppy. At least that’s what I’d been looking for when I drove into the Humane Society parking lot.

There’s a line Dorothy says in “The Wizard of Oz” movie: “If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard.”

I have a soft spot in my heart for old dogs.

I was sure I smelled a gas leak one recent Sunday morning as I was walking down our driveway, but after checking out the obvious culprits, the smell was gone.