The Summer That Wasn’t

Let’s face it.  This is not like any other summer I’ve known. For you either, I suspect.  It doesn’t have that carefree summer feel at all.  There’s a deadly killer lurking. If I just look out my bedroom window it looks ok, but that’s about the beginning and end of it.  I’m hard pressed toContinue reading “The Summer That Wasn’t”

The Age of Innocence

  From out of nowhere, an old friend emailed me an old photo he had from 1955 of the two of us making out together.  I easily remembered the drill.  A group of us would meet up at a friend’s house, gathering on an early summer’s evening.  My friend’s parents were always expecting us andContinue reading “The Age of Innocence”

I Remember Mother’s Day

I went all out for Mother’s Day when I was a child.  I took it very seriously.  I had a ritual that I repeated for many years. On the Saturday before THE SUNDAY, I would ride my bike to an old vacant lot surrounded by hedges of lilacs that were about two stories high.  ThereContinue reading “I Remember Mother’s Day”

Roses are Red…

The olde nursery rhyme, Roses are red, etc. is probably one of the first rhymes that American children memorize. It’s a charmer for a young child, easy to recite, and to manipulate the last two lines for their own needs be that loving or cutting. I remember loving Valentine’s Day from the early days ofContinue reading “Roses are Red…”

Remembering Bess

We’d always celebrated my Mother’s birthday on January 3, until she informed us one day that she learned upon  getting a copy of her birth certificate, that her birthday was really January 2!  We all shook our heads in disbelief, but there it was in black and white, Jan 2.  These days, since she isContinue reading “Remembering Bess”

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