Bedtime Stories

September 17, 2010

In lieu of stories from books, we told childhood tales to our grandson before we tucked him in bed. I made the first suggestion to my husband:

“Gary, tell Sebastian about Aunt Evelyn and the gingerbread.”

“There’s not much to tell.”

“Just tell him.” Read the rest of this entry »

A Squirrel

July 6, 2010

Maybe it has something to do with the one-eyed squirrel named Petey that the next door neighbor lady used to feed from her second story deck when I was a kid. Whatever it is, I’ve always loved squirrels. I realize they’re rodents, but that can’t be helped. I forgive them their ratty relatives. Read the rest of this entry »

An Indelible Memory

May 6, 2010

I have this memory from my childhood. The kind of indelible, informative memory that is part of the toolbox we aren’t even aware we are filling when we are young. I see myself, barefoot and play-worn on the front porch. Below me, over the side brick lattice wall, facing the neighbor’s house, is my brother. Read the rest of this entry »