What Labor Day Means to Me

What Labor Day Means to Me

When I was a little girl, Labor Day meant watching Jerry Lewis, waiting to hear our names called out on the telethon for our donation.  It meant fried chicken and deviled eggs and buttermilk ice cream at my cousins’ house.  Later it became the day that my cousin...
My Grandfather’s Chair

My Grandfather’s Chair

Growing up, I spent every Friday night at my grandparents’ home, only a few blocks away from my own.  And we were often in and out of their house during the week as well.  Like as not, when I walked in, I’d find my grandfather sitting in the living room in...
Beneath the Ashes

Beneath the Ashes

“The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.” ― Pierre Corneille I’ve been debating all day whether to write this or not . . . but I’m still thinking about it so I guess I will go ahead. I came across a blog post today in which the...
What Dreams May Come

What Dreams May Come

Last night I dreamt that my family and I were standing outside our house (only, because this was a dream, it wasn’t THIS house, but rather the one I lived in from age 11 until I got married).  We heard that scary cracking sound that lets you know that a big tree...
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