Today I’m remembering my mom, Shirley, on her birthday. She was a loving mom, always struggled to do her best, given the hard times she endured as a foster home child growing up, always kept us safe, made the best home for us as she was able… wherever we lived, Read more…
He awakens to the undulating roar of something about to envelop him. His eyes open to the darkness as he listens, tries to remember where he is, what has happened. His hand feels for the top of the zipper in a sleeping bag, finds the metal tab and pulls it Read more…
He sits before the window at his desk writing. The soft gray light of a rainy, April afternoon shows faintly, ethereally into the room. The house is quiet. It is difficult to know what he thinks as he scratches upon the yellow pad his last few impressions. He has failed Read more…
Had lunch in my old home town of Clawson, Michigan today, the town I grew up in and went to high school, graduated with many friends I still see from time to time… stopped at a nice, cozy place called Tavern on the Main, where we’ve congregated in the summers Read more…
Had lunch in my old home town of Clawson, Michigan today, the town I grew up in and went to high school, graduated with many friends I still see from time to time… stopped at a nice, cozy place called Tavern on the Main, where we’ve congregated in the summers Read more…