Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

In 2016, my husband and I were invited to join a table for Trivia night whose members met weekly inside the restaurant of our community…

A few days ago, we participated in an early Thanksgiving meal with my 91-year-old mother Ginny at her assisted living / memory care residence. The…

Something my 31-year-old son said to me last week reminded me about an ancient (18-year-old) hard copy of a manuscript I have buried in the…
I’m poking around my house again. About every two years, I hear the call of the Garage Sale Sirens. I begin to pull out various…