My Mother, My Daughter, My Self

I was on vacation last week when I first saw this picture.   I confess, it took my breath away. I had never seen it before.  It’s a picture of my grandfather, Jack, his wife, Rhoda, and their firstborn, an adorable little girl, who grew up to become my mother. It was probably taken somewhere […]

Fourteen Years Late for the Big Yellow Bus

My son’s bedroom at home has been gutted. His stuff has nearly all been moved out of our house, and has been re-settled in its new home, his college dorm room.   Upon our arrival on campus, several student volunteers whisked it from our car, and up the steps of his dorm and into its […]

Rene, Remembered

Rene Her parents named their youngest baby girl Florene. But all her friends called her “Rene”. I wasn’t born into the privilege of being Rene’s niece. However, I was fortunate enough to have married into that position. And you didn’t have to BE genetically related, to feel like you’d become family to Rene. I only […]