I came home to Pennsylvania yesterday for my gram’s memorial service. Elizabeth Mae (Murphy) Sink was my last living ancestor, preceded by my other three grandparents and my parents. She hated that I referred to her as my ancestor, an anecdote I related in my own shared time about her at the service. Our family … More My American Family: A Tribute to my Grandparents
Ashes of my late mother and father rest in a sealed locket around my neck. Each of their children and grandchildren has a locket. Some don’t wear it. Others, like me, wear it only when traveling to places my mom or dad never went. Mine is a butterfly, now a little worn and scuffed. It … More Traveling with Mom and Dad in Viet Nam
I got back from doing some laundry to find that the freshly warm seat left by my generous derriere is now occupied by two of the 99% non-human inhabitants of the Druzgal Chalet: Baxter the black lab and Shaggy, the hirsute, perpetual kitten. (The remaining occupants are stink-bugs, wasps, mice and squirrels.) I’m not setting … More Occupy Couch
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