If you long for springtime as winter begins, enjoy my description of the best meal of the year. When asked, “What’s your favorite family meal,” typical responses include Thanksgiving, Christmas, Mother’s or Father’s Day, or
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Play It Again
“Play It Again,” captures bittersweet memories and emotions of family and friends who gathered at our house on Friday or Saturday nights. The men played music. Women talked and laughed. We children played outside until
Read moreIn the Middle of Nowhere
I grew up in the middle of nowhere in the 1950s and 60s. We lived far from stores, doctors, and other people. We drove 10 miles through hills to the nearest town. I rode a
Read moreFlowers, Berries, and Tadpoles
A few years ago, I joined an internet social media site, kicking and screaming all the way. Well, perhaps not that extreme, but I put it off a long time while several urged me to
Read moreCome Sit a Spell
In a guest bedroom, filled with pictures and family treasures, sits an old straight-back chair with a woven seat. The rear legs show wear from decades of propping against Granny Beasley’s front porch wall. It
Read moreRemembering When with Family
I tried remembering “when” with family, but it didn’t work too well. When I asked my son, “Don’t you remember?” he didn’t. My son and his family hadn’t visited our home in two years. His
Read moreSome Things are Worth Repeating
Instant replays. Silly jokes. Favorite stories. Oh sure, we may roll our eyes at the 200th telling…unless of course, we’re the one doing the telling. When you’re reminiscing with a friend, the stories just get
Read moreFather’s Day . . . With and Without Dad
Today my dad stopped by. No occasion. He just happened to be in my part of town after a haircut. We sat on my sun-drenched patio, enjoying light conversation. He’s enjoying the DVD episodes of
Read moreThe warmth of winter and all its wonders
Stories by the fireside… We didn’t have a fireplace in our New York City apartment, although my dad continued his fireside storytelling tradition throughout the winter months—minus the crackling fire of course. I remember many
Read moreMemories. And Casting a Net of Thanksgiving
Memories can turn bittersweet in a second. I can be happily following the rabbit trail of my thoughts, hopping between afternoon plans and pleasant reminiscing when WHAM! It’s like a hole suddenly opened up beneath
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