Here are essays and stories that I have written on every day life and my childhood.
The Green Box
Our grandmother would pull out the green box where she kept the letters and photos she treasured.
The oregano and the white rose
When we bought the house, I could envision the trash heap at the back door of our new home transformed into an herb garden. It wasn’t the first thing I attacked when we bought the house, the front needed more love, but it was on my list. The spring I planned…
The Interview
The summer I was 10, my father received some mysterious phone calls. Calls that have stuck with me.
A trip to Scotland
We traveled around the beautiful Isle of Skye, including the Clan Donald Centre and then on to Edinburg for some culture. Back at Glasgow Airport it seemed like we had just left, but it had been nine days.
Memories of Dad
Life is fleeting, moving swiftly along through good times and bad; leaving behind memories. . .
Star Wars: The first time
We were told to stay put while our parents went out to dinner. But staying put was not going over well with us . . . They left us with directions to stay home while they went out to dinner. They also left us with cars. The directions to stay…
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