John and I never did see Le Conte’s Thrasher on our recent birding trip to the Mojave desert. While our guide, an enthusiastic young man...

Linx rests his grizzled, warm snout on my left bare foot where his whiskers tickle my skin with each slow breath. Sometimes he licks my...

When I say “Raquel Welch,” you probably think of her in that famously babacious publicity shot. She’s standing on the beach in a busty,...

An unexpected pleasure of every pandemic day is the hour Judy and I spend on Zoom with our four-year-old grandson, Simeon. From 2:30 to...

My New Balance Expert Precision walking stick and I met two years ago, after I chipped two front teeth on a stale bagel. My dental bill...

I have always been doubtful, and envious, of people who believe they see signs—signs as omens, signals from other worlds, divine...

Dorian talked to me like I was an equal, even though he was an adult in his late 20s and I was a child of 13.  Debi, our sister, was...

Nonna’s house had a hall closet.  It was located outside of the bathroom and across from my bedroom.  The hallway was so small that if...

It is time to go home. It is always time to go home. I just got here. But it is time to go already. I do not want to go. I want to stay...

Terence By Leslie Lisbona [Featured image: Leslie in Paris in her bomber jacket.] On a September afternoon in 1986, under a sunny Paris...