Not that many people call me on my cell phone at 7 in the morning. Near the top of the list would be my only granddaughter Judy, a West Point cadet who’s home for the summer and eager for an impromptu visit to escape the weekend predicted temperature of 110° in the San . . . → Read More: Impromptu


Seasons come and go. Out here on the West Coast, May gray has given way to June gloom so it seemed appropriate to do a “shades of gray” art activity with the ladies at the Lighthouse, a fifteen-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. Because catastrophic/perfect-horrible thinking is common . . . → Read More: Seasons