My mother once remarked to the January Fairy of her ability to go sleeveless in any weather. At the time, I didn’t have that ability.  But as I have become “a woman of a certain age,” it has become much… Read more ›

My fingers are always crossed right up until I’m on the air with you. The happy chance that it works for us every time can only be a run of luck.  The flukiness of it all plunges my mind. But… Read more ›