Monday’s Child
There were times the last four decades when I couldn’t lose myself enough over the weekend to regenerate the energy…
Category: A Daughter Still
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The Final Round
I grew up and shared Mom’s fascination with the return of the swallows to Capistrano each St. Joseph’s Day, March…
Renewed Pleasures
Like other families’ homes in the early fifties, ours was a brightly colored mix of multi-colored lights, some store bought…
3671 News Flashes
Mom always had the radio on in the kitchen. Normally, she liked country music and we would make fun of…
Choice of Sundays
Family activities didn’t vary very much during the year. The folks decided where we were going – if we were…
Accordionist Angst; Part Two
My musical ability had pleased my folks. It was just another way of bringing smiles to one’s parents…no harm in…
Another Campus
Daddy knew I wanted to pursue a teaching degree; but it was entirely at odds with his understanding of opportunities…
The Pink Drawer
My mother’s focus was solely on the welfare and care of her family and home. She had no outside hobbies,…
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER
Having to take the Christmas decorations down was always sad for me. I loved waking to the lights on the…