To cook or not to cook? That’s often the question. Eat in or eat out?

Prior to the publishing of my Yiddish and Jive book, it seemed I spent every hour of the day at my computer dealing with and solving all sorts of last-minute problems related to my book being published.

I don’t mind taking down the tree. 
 It has served its purpose. At first it was a welcome holiday guest but it took up a lot of room and I wanted my living room back.

Crows have come to roost in my consciousness again. I am of the kind that seek out the omens of a happening, a circumstance, a serendipity.

At 1100 hours, we set our anchor on a grassy sand conch pasture under 12 feet of sapphire sea. It had been a rough eight-day offshore passage from Moorehead city.

’Twas Christmas Eve in Tisbury, And trees were all alight, St. Nick was coming surely, The stars were gleaming bright.