Pamela Gibson

I love to cook. I also love to eat. Lately, what I cook isn’t always edible. We spent last night on the boat and I made cheese enchiladas, using my grandmother’s recipe. It’s pretty much fail safe. Her enchiladas were tangy, had texture, and when served, you could distinguish each filled tortilla under its blanket … Read more

I may have used this title before because these days it seems like I’m always a day late and more than a dollar short. I used to blame it on the boat—you know—that big red money guzzling machine that creeps along at eight miles an hour and eats greenbacks for dinner. Now I’m the one … Read more

  As we get older, we begin to miss the simplicity of a time when our focus was on getting out of a chore, or choosing what to wear to school, or wondering how we would make it through chemistry or French. The complexities of the world were not thrown in our faces every day … Read more

  I love books. I read them one page at a time, savoring the words, ingesting them like a fine wine. I like books that paint vivid images and invoke feelings. I like books that allow me to become the characters. My spouse loves books, too, but he goes through them like I go through … Read more

I love the silence of my laptop, the words on the page are soothing because they can be read and don’t have to be spoken aloud. I hear them in my head. Their dialogue is crisp and clear. I don’t have to strain forward to get their inflection. Gradual hearing loss is sneaky. It creeps … Read more