The old man walks, slowly, with a wobble. He is thin and frail. He sometimes falls asleep, mid-thought. He says things in answer to questions asked long ago. The old man is grumpy and impatient. He often roars at the world and snaps at those closest to him. Do they not see? This old man… Continue reading Old Man with a Wobble
Christmas has always been magical to me, even if the circumstances of life in general weren’t so nice. The year I was fifteen stands out in my mind. My mom and her sister, Aunt Ruthie, divorced women, found a little house they could afford, if they bought it together. My sister, Christy, and I,… Continue reading Joy to Remember
Most little girls seem to have a celebrity they admire and want to imitate. When I was about eight to ten years old, I wanted to be like Natalie Wood. I saw her in Gypsy and West Side Story, and she was my ideal. I suppose because her hair was brown too. I liked to… Continue reading Natalie and Me
My youngest memories are of a Daddy who was fun and funny. When my sister and I were little, he went to work before we were awake in the morning. Christy and I always got up before Mommy, who worked at night. On the kitchen table Daddy set up a little breakfast for us. He… Continue reading A Story About A Pop~ for Father’s Day
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