I woke up today with thoughts of mom. We visited yesterday, and as I arrived, as usual, we hugged when saying hello. As I turned to walk away, I felt a hand up the back of my shirt (and heard a little giggle). “Let me fix this for you.” “Huh?” “Your bra is folded back…
The Beginning of the End is a popular title. There are books, movies, and song lyrics; perhaps it’s also a poem. While it is rather catchy, it’s somewhat inaccurate, at least for this post. Seems The End of the Beginning is also a title. This one fits a little better. Hold that thought… “Starting over”…
Until I read the words, I had no idea. Who made this beautiful doily and where it came from was a mystery. I found it among many similar items in my mother’s attic. It was made by my great grandma Orah who, apparently, was quite crafty. Given the era and level of family poverty, her…
It’s funny how life unfolds. After I decided to start this journal–based on material I already had–I received more fuel for my fire. Lots of fuel. Mom began digging into family history years ago, but she was sitting on a goldmine–the proof, so to speak–about which I’d nearly forgotten. I’d been all abuzz over a…
My sister and I refer to traits from our father as our “tendencies.” Fortunately, many of his were exceptional: dad was funnier than hell; he was well-educated and smart as a whip; he was highly comfortable in social settings, with public speaking and on the phone; he could craft a beautiful, heartfelt letter or a…
