There I am, among photographs of a dinner table waiting for guests; a peahen, her pale white crest every bit as captivating as her cobalt...

It’s Day 4 of using my Fitbit to the fullest. Given what happened in Paris yesterday, it feels ridiculous, insignificant and narcissistic...

Yesterday didn’t start out well. Owen, my 3-year-old grandson, was parked in front of the TV because his mama didn’t feel well and his...