We Were Americans
Mom and Dad brought a common heritage to their first and only new home on Rubberneck Avenue. Our table had…
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Mom and Dad brought a common heritage to their first and only new home on Rubberneck Avenue. Our table had…
Mom was a stickler for being on time. She’d managed with a couple of alarm clocks, a watch and a…
Contrary to today’s penchant for overdoing all things, Halloween was pretty much a one day dress-up event years ago. Beyond…
Internet emails continue to circulate long after they first debut; so, I was recently reminded of a vacation highlight that…
The year was 1978. Thank God for my dear aunt by marriage; she invited me to make sugar eggs with…
For the most part, my father was a very unassuming man in attitude and countenance. It didn’t help him at…
Mom, do you want me to call them? No, that’s okay. Let them enjoy their Thanksgiving. Call them tomorrow if…
Mom’s maternal instincts were just that; instinctive. Her own mother had died while Mom was still a toddler; her father…
On a regular basis, Brat eagerly climbed the fence two doors away to spend time with the neighbor and poodles. …