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”

The Circle Game

The Circle Game I made it back from Japan with a day to spare, in time for my granddaughter’s high school graduation. We were all smiling happily and saying halleluyah once she had her diploma in hand.  She’s wildly creative, perceptive, entrepreneurial and charming. She’s also more than a bit of a rebel, authority adverse,Continue reading “The Circle Game”

The Ultimate Road Trip

The year:  1978,  The season:  Late summer.  The sound track:  Grease. Since I’ve been a child I’ve been fascinated with the idea of living in a trailer. When the opportunity presented itself in 1978 to travel cross-country from the East Coast to the West Coast, I immediately warmed to the idea.  Especially once I sawContinue reading “The Ultimate Road Trip”

The Way Things Were

Father’s Day becomes bittersweet once your father has passed away.  Sweet memories are combined with the ache of deep loss. This morning I watched a CBS Sunday Morning segment with the ever-smiling Jane Pauly about a young father who’s committed to splitting half the parenting time of his two-year old daughter with his wife.  ThatContinue reading “The Way Things Were”

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