Suprise Me

Upon reaching the age of three, what does a little boy expect from his dad? Read More

I am a born organizer and record-keeper. That is just who I am. My degree is in Theatre Arts and I wanted to be an actress, but learned over my four years of college that I was more adept at being a stage manager, writing down all the cues, running the show while in production.… Read More

How and why my [grand]mother was cooking on a ranch in Montana in the summer of 1918 is one of the stories I shall never know... Read More

Is it really the ride boards that I miss most from the era that preceded our high-tech world? Is it the different channels that existed for making human connections?  Is it the seemingly greater opportunities for adventure, even for risk-taking? Read More

When did Halloween evolve into such a huge deal? I have a hard time remembering much about Halloween from my childhood. Perhaps that’s because I am trying to recall memories from 65 years ago. Once, I asked my mother what costumes I wore for Halloween, and she informed me that it really wasn’t that important… Read More

The right to vote is not about politicians or policy or propositions. It is about exercising a right, embracing a responsibility. My mother has felt this way as long as I've known her. I don't think she has ever missed voting in an election. Read More

Breakfast in Bed Many years ago we spent a spring weekend with friends at their beach house a few hours from the city. That Sunday was Mother’s Day and our young son and our hosts’ two young kids had planned a lovely surprise.  Early that morning our bedroom door burst open and the three kids… Read More

Two department stores. All sorts of other downtown fixtures – jewelers, women’s fashion, men’s stores, Army-Navy, hobby shops, and a Woolworth’s. Read More

I had been swallowed by the perfect madness of the wilderness. Read More

The UFW had some simple housing available in a local apartment building in Calexico, where I had stayed the first time.  It was pretty bleak, and soon one of my union contacts offered that I could stay at his place on the other side of the border, in Mexicali. Read More