Flowers, by their very nature, never seem troubled to me, or even ruffled. Area they — are we — works of art? Read more.
DON'T MISS!
I've written hundreds and hundreds of posts over the years. To help you find your way to the best of the best, I've tagged my favorites "Don't Miss!" Scroll down here to find them.
Another way to locate Riffs on Life that you might enjoy is to click above on your favorite category – "My Ever-Changing Family," perhaps, or "Funny Button." You can also use the search box located way up top to hunt for stories by topic. There's fun reading at "garden," "aging," "kids" and, of course, "Jon."
Widowed: The Superman at My House
The Superman we spotted on Hollywood Boulevard was gorgeous. But Jon, my husband, was the man for me. He was the Superman at my house. Read more.
I Said Hello to My Deceased Husband — Finally
I said hello to my deceased husband’s photo the other day — and for once I did not collapse into tears at the sight of his face. Read more.
Barbie — Sex Object or Blank Slate?
Barbie: A sex object? Or a blank slate for girls to project their dreams on? Neither, if your daughter wants a doll who can fight dragons. Read more.
Is It OK to Kill Stuff? Yes, If It’s a Mosquito or a Eucalyptus Tree
Is it OK to kill stuff? I couldn’t kill the spider lurking in my shower. But I can kill invasive eucalyptus trees and dive-bombing mosquitoes. Read more.
My Front Yard — It’s a Happening Place
My front yard — it’s a happening place. Life forms are shooting up all over it, greedily taking up their allotted space in the universe. Read more.
What Is Beauty? It’s Seeing the World for the First Time — At Abbott’s Lagoon
The exuberant summer foliage we witnessed at Abbott’s Lagoon the other day felt like a gift . . . from somewhere. A tossed bouquet. Read more.