Dad died two years ago today. How’s that for a Memorial Day memory? The park is filled with families and friends gathered together around barbecue grills, coolers, bouquets of large…
Mom had a poodle named Martini. She loved that dog but may have loved the liquid indulgence even more. I mean, she always pampered that mutt, but she could also…
I don't know much about butterflies. I can recognize a Monarch when I see one, but other than that, they're just nice to look at. Today a white one, with…
The wooden stairs are steep, only about ten of them but steep. At the foot is Grandma’s canning pantry complete with carefully sealed Mason jars filled with applesauce, jams, jellies,…
Rita says she'd like some soup. It's Christmas Eve, so my reaction is to ask her, "What kind of soup would you like?" "Oh, let me see, something vegetably, maybe a bit potato-ee. You…
fields of cotton . . .we sing "Amazing Grace"with the larksPine shadows rest on the flowering dogwood. Steadfast, we've marched to this place. The Southern Cross and Old Glory wave—colors…
Spaceman, always looking up, a compass with no needle, lost it shooting up. Always shy half-a-moon, he's off to Heaven to file a complaint—too many burned-out stars, more every day;…