I recently read that ants in the EatonFire burn areas are thriving because they had nested inside the trunks of fire-resilient live oak trees. So of course, when they needed a little change of scenery, they headed for my garden window ...Yes, Ovaltine ... .
It was the one-week anniversary of Nancy Guthrie’s kidnapping, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what was in her heart. Not the cardiac pacemaker that regulated her physical heart, but the heart of feelings ... Email patriciabunin@sbcglobal.net ... .
“CarrieCane, where are you?” I called as I walked from doorknob to doorknob through my house. Usually, I’d find my so-named cane hanging out on one of them ... I was immediately drawn to her sharp wit ... “I thought you were supposed to be a writer.”.
Hearts are already beginning to throb with Valentine’s Day a scant two weeks away. That old “Will I have a date on the big day?” ache is vying for time on sleepless nights, according to social media. Yet, there are times when no is the best answer ... .
I am hearing from readers that there may be a movement afoot for me to rename my column because being a fan of SeniorMoments makes them feel old. It’s all in perspective, of course ...Does that mean, she wanted to know, she is aging too fast? ... .
Growing up in Virginia, where Jewish people were a minority, I sometimes daydreamed about what it would be like to be Christian, like most of my schoolmates ... I often felt a sense of being on the outside looking in to a world that didn’t include me ... .
“Is that you, Mr. Moon?” I asked. “I can’t see you in the night rain.”. “It’s OK, I can see you, and I got a message that you were not having the best of days. What’s the problem?”. “I’m stuck in the house,” I said ... But it wasn’t that kind of stuck ... Once ... .
“Get in the closet now!” Sara screamed at me, “We just got a tornado alert.”. I was resting in bed recovering from a bad cold when she burst into my bedroom ... “Wait, you’ll need a chair,” she said dragging one across the room ... The closet has a window ... .
“You don’t want to know,” my mother would reply when I asked her what would happen if I didn’t eat black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day. A transplanted New Yorker, my mother took this southern tradition to heart when the family relocated to Virginia... .
When Emily Dickinson wrote the poem “Hope is that thing like feathers” in 1861, she couldn’t have imagined a world like we have today, so desperately in need of hope ... “that perches in the soul –. And sings the tune without the words… ... .
On the night that Mom forgot Hanukkah, she left a message on my voicemail in a halting tone. It said simply, “For some reason I can’t remember the story of Hanukkah.”. At 99, my mother’s always good memory had started to slip ...SeniorMoments ... .
On the day that my daughter got her driver’s license at age 16, she asked me if she could take the car out for a spin on her own. “Of course,” I said, as we sat parked in front of our house ... Then I just sat there ... Sara paused at the door ... “It’s OK.
“What do you think about this necklace?” I asked Mr. Moon when he visited my garden window on the first night after the recent rains stopped ... “The more important question is, ‘What do you think about it?’” Mr ... This is serious ... .
It’s no wonder that the heavens opened up and flooded the earth with tears when RabbiGilbert Kollin passed away on November 12, 2025, at the age of 91. He was like a cup of kindness. It was in his handshake, his hug, his greeting ...Related Articles ... .
“Bunin is a popular Russian name,” the attractive, dark-haired woman said as she walked in my front door. “Are you related to Ivan Bunin, the Russian poet?” ... out my Ivan Bunin books.