Home Sweet Home

Our childhood homes help form our memories. Of course the argument that the people within make the home, and the house is just a place for the home to be, is made frequently. However, I remember events of my childhood based upon where my home was when those events took place. Each event was a [...]

Daddy George – He Did It His Way

Dear Daddy George, While contemplating what you’ve taught me in this lifetime, I sat down to write, and the word “misunderstood” was prominent in my thinking. For the past few months, it became apparent to Jackie and me that you needed our attention. We learned to listen to you as never before. In the silence, [...]

In Honor of our Fathers…

Dads…You gotta love em.  They always get the smallest section of the closet, they hardly ever complain, they hardly ever get recognized, and they rarely buy anthing for themselves (except maybe the occasional big-ticket item–iPad anyone?)  And if that’s not enough, the house, their kingdom, their domain, is usually pretty fruity and feminine, where they are banished [...]

The Boy With the Million-Dollar Smile

His mother and two older brothers entered from the side entrance taking their seats for the funeral service. My daughter, Jackie, and I did a double take as the middle brother filed in. The resemblance between him and the deceased – my Dad, Maurice – was uncanny. Many of the floral arrangements close to the [...]