Suprise Me

It is his scent that comes back to me most strongly: a mixture of leather, Barbasol shaving cream, and cigars. Read More

A comforter Of mottled gray-black clouds To hide beneath. Read More

French Dip One of the things I was determined to do when I retired was to perfect my French.   My husband’s parents were multi-lingual,  he heard  French spoken at home,  and he speaks it fluently.   But although I studied French in both high school and college,  my mastery of that beautiful tongue was… Read More

Ironically, being betrayed by a church led to the creation of an early childhood program based on values to which religious institutions should aspire: community, inclusion, acceptance, caring, kindness, and love for children. Read More

On Mr. Toad’s Ride, I was killed by a freight train. But Small World put me back together. Read More

I’m sure that among the filmed “memories” are some that I truly recall, but after so many viewings of the home movies I can’t be sure. Is it real or is it Kodachrome II? Read More

"A farm family ambience, sifting compost piles of memory, tilling soils of a late lamented culture..." Read More

My partner, Dina’s mother Barbara, was going out with her for support, and Dina needed someone to look after her pup, whom she called “Monkey”. I told her to forget about boarding, especially because Monkey had been a shelter pup, and volunteered to look after him at our house. Read More

I met Christie and Emily in 1965 in Intermediate Girls at the National Music Camp in Interlochen, Michigan. We’ve been friends ever since. I moved up to High School Girls in 1967. They both remained in the Intermediate Division, knowing that they would be leads in the Operetta; and so they were. I wanted the… Read More

As I mark my tenth Father’s Day without having a father, I am thinking about this most important choice my father helped me to make. Read More