Everyone has stories. As I get older, the stories of my youth become more and more interesting to my sons. They can't imagine a world without electronics, without cell phones, without CD players. To me, it's daily life. To them, it's a family story. The challenge for me is to tell them every wonderful (to... Continue Reading →
Remembering
I am a pretty good gardener. I plant and trim and weed the back yard, and people compliment it. There are a few things I can't grow. Fuchsias don't like me. Neither do yellow daisies or orchids. Violets, though, have always despised me. I have never been able to get a violet to survive, much... Continue Reading →