Dears, As you may or may not know, we are residing at the Holiday Inn until we can move into our new house this weekend. This place feels like home, though, because we’ve gotten to know all the waiters, waitresses and desk clerks by name. They say good morning to us. And good evening. Our…

Dears, My blogs have become fish bowls. Confining me. For years and years, I’ve been writing about Alzheimer’s or David or Singapore–all in separate locations. Great subjects, yes, but now I want to write about everything in one spot. So, from now on, here’s what you’ll find here in this place: What it means to…

Dears, My blogs have been become fish bowls. Confining me. For years and years, I’ve been writing about Alzheimer’s or David or Singapore–all in separate locations. Great subjects, yes, but now I want to write about everything in one place. So, from now on, here’s what you’ll find here: What it means to walk on…