Children are king when it comes to being imaginative. Their minds are designed for creativity; effortlessly conjuring up stories and scenarios. Remember when you were young, sixth grade and younger – do you remember the purity of play? I recently watched a great movie on Netflix called, “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society”,… Continue reading The purity of play
When I was in grade school, sleepovers were king; a gathering of best friends for an evening of eating, giggling, and staying up all night – it was a sure-fire memory maker. I can faintly recall the excitement; packing my clothes, possibly a swimsuit and towel, sleeping bag and pillow, and probably a birthday gift… Continue reading When I was…
We have a friendly pair of bar stools waiting for us at the end of each week. We have selectively weaned out those stools in our favorite watering holes that do not offer us optimum space, premium access to the bartender, and the most satisfying ambience. Of course, we can adjust if need be, but… Continue reading Bar stool anthology
We couldn’t get out of the car fast enough; flying effortlessly up the steep cement steps and into the house where hugs and Christmas greetings welcomed us. A shot of brown liquor was ceremoniously thrust into my father’s hand. We added our coats to the mounding pile and breathed in deeply; the smells of my… Continue reading Simply the best
I’ve been cleaning! Yup, it’s like I’m nesting, but I’m not. It all started in the kitchen one day, and then successfully moved to the cellar, various closets, and culminated with an attack of the ever popular under bed storage containers. Needless to say, it takes time and a strong will to clean out properly;… Continue reading What would you say?
The sound bellowed through the house like an angry swarm of bees; she could not ignore the call. She walked with purpose from one end of the house to the other; she was not afraid. Once she entered the room, she forcefully pulled the door open and retrieved the rascal from its warm cocoon. This… Continue reading The unruly one
Two small salmon swivel rockers sat in front of the family room window. For the last ten years of her life, I took up residence in one of those chairs, listening intently as she reminisced about the past and asking questions about her youth. That swivel seat afforded me time to know her not only as my grandmother, but as a… Continue reading Front row seat
