What’s really important in life – job, career, things? No, it’s family. Everyone wants to belong and be loved.
Every year we pull them out of the closet. The cardboard box is bent on the corners and a little faded now. It smells of the years of storage – a kind of rich aroma of cardboard decay. Inside the box there are a number of dividers and in each divider there is a memory.…
You may know the feeling. The adults are in the dining room with lots of great food, good stories and continuous and particularly loud laughter. My father has awakened from his mid-morning nap in front of the Macy’s Parade on our TV and is in his place at the head of the table. Mom…
When I think about my grandparents I have so many rich memories of a time that has passed. Not that this is a bad thing – progress has helped move most generations beyond the way they used to live. But, there are aspects of my childhood memories that recall a time where things were simpler…
When I was a kid, growing up in Wilmington, NC, we lived on Merrimack Drive – a flat and sandy street in a neighborhood called Pine Valley. It was a great place to grow up with long straight streets, perfect for bikes or skates and family walks or bike rides around the block after dinner.…
It Was On My Mind 