My father was a many-faceted man. An aeronautical engineer by trade, he was an artist and a poet at heart. He was well-read in the classics, including many of the Russian writers and could quote Dostoevsky and Tolstoy. His favorite … Continue reading
When my mother died many years ago, my father tried to do things exactly the same way Mother did. When Mother made a green salad, iceberg was her lettuce of choice. Her sandwiches were spread with Miracle Whip. White bread … Continue reading
I have written many times about the two little girls who live near me who visit every week. Their youngest sibling, three-year-old T., has now become a visitor. In fact, his mother told me the other day that he put … Continue reading
As I was pulling out of the driveway this morning on my way to the store, I saw my neighbors outside with their youngest child, a little boy who is three. They are my neighbors with the three children who … Continue reading
“Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.” —Steve Wright I’ve been working on the annotated picture album I mentioned a couple of posts … Continue reading
I am not a person who needs a lot of friends. A few really good ones will do, and I’ve been blessed with those. Nevertheless, I did find it a little lonely when we first moved to Virginia Beach and … Continue reading
Last night I had insomnia, and as I lay awake, I thought about the upcoming visit of my daughter and her family. That led my stream-of-consciousness mind to reminisce about last summer’s spectacular vacation when we rented a big house … Continue reading
