Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
I’m not a big fan of pictures of myself — but I like this one because it brings back so many memories of a very happy trip. And this one, taken last month. We taken my father for his weekly dinner at the Doubleday…
First there was my father — Actually, before my father, there was Janice Aline, a daughter who lived only a day. Little over a year later, my father was born. Then his brother, Stewart, came along. I showed my father the picture today and…
One of my kids told me, “I pulled some pictures out of the garbage by Grampa’s chair yesterday.” “What?!” I said. I knew my father had been going through old photographs. It’s something he enjoys. He’ll sit there for hours sifting through and resifting….
I thought I had a large family when I was growing up. My parents had five children — a nice, symmetrical boy-girl-boy-girl-boy. Then I met my husband. He was the second of thirteen. As if that wasn’t enough, his cousin also came to live…
The very best advice ever given to me was given by my mother-in-law. When I had just one little boy, life was fun. Oh, I thought it was hard because he didn’t sleep very well, but, all in all, it was fun. I had…
