Forty-six years ago tomorrow, I began a new life. It was the Viet Nam era. I was not quite eighteen. And my fiancé was in the U.S. Army. So, like many young couples of that time, we got married. Three weeks later, my brand new husband left me—under military order. We were lucky; they sent… Continue reading Forty-six Years Ago
I’m alone—in a quiet house—today, so I ate leftover chow mein for breakfast. That’s the sort of wild and crazy thing I do when left to my own devices. My youngest son, Daniel, is visiting from Nebraska and took some of the family to the Cincinnati Reds game in Oakland today. I stayed home to care… Continue reading Chow Mein for Breakfast
“Print books are dead, Mom,” said my son in a recent phone conversation. Lest you think this mother raised a fool, Daniel is Dr. Lewis, with a PhD in English, and teaches that at college level. He loves books. He begged me to teach him to read at the age of three. But he’s also… Continue reading Print books are dead!
Thank you all for visiting my blog last week while Christa was in charge. I was mostly unavailable because my mother and youngest sister were visiting from Indiana. And now I'm sick, so today I'll just share with you some photos I took while we showed them some of the glories of living in California.… Continue reading While I was away
I wrote a different post for today, but it was really just a bunch of whining. Yeah. Who needs that? I’ll get back to you when I’m in a better mood. So, change of plans. Yesterday was Wednesday—in case you didn’t know. And Wednesday is an early-release day at my granddaughter Emily’s school, so I… Continue reading Hexaflexagons are better than whines