Been a while, got a lot to share. But first, I have to correct myself on something I wrote back in April.  In Chemotherapy is Not as Bad as I Exp…

Compared to the often funerial atmosphere of most chemo rooms, my last treatment felt like being at a party. While I was snoozing there was a change o…

“You’re really looking good,” Billy raved as we huffed and puffed uphill on Heather Street after a walk through the Olympic Village and along the seaw…

See where I've lived for the past 63 years.

Epiphany bottles are just that. Epiphanies. Every serious wine lover has one locked away in his or her mental cellar. It’s t…

Back in the early 1990’s I shot covers for Wine Spectator. The relationship started just as I was forming a business relatio…

After four years of dating Bill, and living with him for two, I got the itch to get hitched. I starting talking in vague terms abo…

My mom, Mary Virginia (Ginny) Watson and my dad, Robert (Bob) Leo Kane were both raised in Michigan. Mom and her brother Norb, wer…

I was born in Tripoli. Libya. The Mediterranean port city in North Africa. You know the song, “From the halls of Montezuma, to the…