Suprise Me

There’s a gun in a case near Garth’s side of the bed. It looks mean. I’m afraid to touch it let alone pick it up. I thought I’d use the excuse of this prompt to face my fear, hold the gun, learn how to load it, even go to a shooting range and learn to… Read More

My family had a rule: No comic books. Read More

It was probably the most traumatic event of my life, and certainly the most traumatic event of Molly's. Read More

Instead of a heart-to-heart talk, we sang along with a "classic rock" station at the top of our lungs. Read More

My grandkids live in a very different world, characterized by mass shootings, increasing gun ownership, and everyday violence that claims so many lives in cities like Chicago near where I live. Read More

Worth a thousand words Read More

I was not at all nervous; my fear of flying, like so many of them, developed later. Read More

When Jon Bon Jovi kicked off the evening’s entertainment singing Here Comes the Sun as the Florida sun rose in the background, I felt the optimism that comes with a sunrise after a dark and stormy night. Read More

I think my mom was ahead of her time, a real ‘Granola.’ She didn’t look anything like a hippie, but she read religiously things like Prevention Magazine and  books on natural ways to have healthy children. We ate piles of vitamins and supplements. From a very young age I knew what each one was and… Read More

“You don’t look Chinese!” Read More