In my keepsake folder, I have carried a photograph of two people I’ve never met. Going on 30-35 years. Where I found it I can no longer rightly remember, though I have a vague recollection of watching it emerge while I was peeling another photo out of a frame. Continue reading Someone Else’s Parents, July 1956
Some days I feel so blessed.
I’m sitting in the community building of the renaissance festival campground. It’s a beautiful and rustic, wooden structure with screened windows around three sides, the kind you’d expect to find at any summer camp. Continue reading Oh the Music of the Heart
From a lovely conversation with a guy at a bus stop the other day, I came away with a refreshing way of looking at working and earning money.
The two of us (I never did get his name) were initially standing quietly, watching cars and people make their way along the busy street. After a few moments of silence he opened the conversation by commenting on the hurry and scurry of the Rat Race. Continue reading Money Cookies