I thought the other day, about the time Doug and I went to England in 2003. He had business there, choosing pine antique furniture and tables made from recycled wood. We went to a small town in the Midlands, called Leek. He felt he needed to do the business part on his own, and dropped me off to explore the village. We'd meet later at a pub for a late lunch. Discovering the library, a very beautiful old brick building, I walked in and asked if I could use one of their compute

At the beginning of December, we heard that Doug's son John would be coming to the Bay Area for his high school reunion, and only staying for a couple of days. All of the rest of his 5 kids live in the East Bay. Doug kept talking about us driving up from Palm Springs to perhaps spend Christmas with them. I hated the idea of driving the 8 and a half hours in holiday traffic, since we just started feeling at home and rooted in Palm Springs, and I tried to ignore his suggestion.

I've been writing Reilly's End of the Day Stories for about 13 years, and going by the name Pat Reilly Harbo. Now, I'm writing Reilly's OTHER End of the Day Stories. Yesterday, a new friend who had read my first story on this site asked me who Reilly was. Well, I'll tell you. My maiden name is Reilly, and I'm proud of my Irish heritage, even though my Dad never told me much about it. I only knew that we were Irish, and our relatives were "from" Cleveland, Ohio. My parents ha

We traveled from Capitola on Thursday to Lafayette to stay with my sister Lorraine and her husband Bill so we would be rested enough to...