We had a big storm here last night. At about 4 a.m., the thunder, lightning, wind, and hail woke me just in time to reflect that my friend Nancy took her last breath exactly one year ago at this hour. The gods are angry that she’s gone, and letting us know in no uncertain terms. […]
This remembrance is contributed by my half-brother, Dave: I was five years old, living with my mother, aunt, and cousins Maggie and Valerie, in New York City. I kept seeing a man by the name of Doug Jenkinson dating my mother. We instantly liked each other. A stand out memory was my future stepfather having […]
I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I fell early and hard for Mad Men. The backdrop of this series evokes my own childhood in the 1960s. It would be hard to resist for that reason alone. I recall vividly the furnishings, the fashion, the music, my parents’ friends smoking endless cigarettes, and the […]
A few years after I crossed that invisible line to become both the child of my parents and a parent myself, I gave my parents a simple yet inspired gift. Inside the carefully wrapped box and tissue paper were a half-dozen 8-1/2 x 11 sheets of card stock. Typeset, each one had a title such […]
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