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.…
I wrote this a few years ago for Angie on our anniversary. I’ve updated it for this post – Happy Anniversary, my love – thanks for 36 amazing years! I’ll never forget the first time I saw her. She sat on the front row in Spanish class; brown curls, green eyes, tan skin and a…
I love green grass. The way it looks after its cut. The smell. The feel. I usually cut it in a straight line one week and diagonally the next, just so that nice “crisscross” pattern can be seen. Years ago I taught my sons how to keep the lines straight and the yard looking uniform.…
“Just like that! Just like that!”, he would say, snapping his fingers and shaking his head. “You won’t believe how fast the time goes . . . just like that!” Snap! Early on in our married life Angie and I would take our boys to see the Mosley’s – Angie’s grandparents on her Mom’s side…
It Was On My Mind 