Nostalgic for the 50s?
Treat Gently, This Gentle Man
In Honor of My Parents’ Seventy-Second Anniversary April 18 Four middle-aged couples, myself included, sat at a dinner table littered with wadded napkins, half empty coffee cups, and spots of dribbled food. Our conversation ranged from football, to restrained politics, … Continue reading
Remembering the Father of My Children On this Father’s Day, I am thinking of my children’s father, and my children. At his funeral last December I was the “mourner in the corner.” Widows can weep openly, but ex-wives ache–ache over lost … Continue reading
My children’s father lies in a coma, stricken by a stroke in his brain stem. Although we are no longer tied by marriage, and we are each happily married to other people, our children are like double-sided tape–they bond us … Continue reading
Remember the round we used to sing around the Girl Scout campfire? Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other’s gold. Can the same thing be said about houses? I mean, most of us can’t … Continue reading