Matt, a friend from way-back-when, was passing through town the other day and we found ourselves talking about the "old days." I mean the OLD days. I am talking 3rd grade, 4th grade, you know, the "GOOD old days," the days when we were growing up in a brand-new subdivision on what was then the … Continue reading Talking ‘Bout My Generation
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Life with Ernie
One fall day my dad brought home a baby raccoon. It was a present for my sister. We lived in Alaska at the time and had never seen one before. None of our friends had ever seen one either. I know some of you immediately said "yuck!" I recognize now that they are sort of … Continue reading Life with Ernie
Cherry Pie
We are in the kitchen, small, compact, neat as a pin. My mother and I sit at the little round table and my mom jokes with my grandmother. "Her cherry pie tastes just like the ones at McDonald's," She tells me with a wink of her eye. My grandmother places the steaming pie on the … Continue reading Cherry Pie
Love Story Unfurled
Love Story Unfurled On October 1st, 1960, In a dusty little Arizona town, found along Highway 66 two cars meet. One is coming from LA to the west, the other from Albuquerque to the east. It is a halfway point. In the car from LA is a young woman, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail … Continue reading Love Story Unfurled
Yellow. Grainy and Yellow.
It is yellow. It is hot. Grainy waves of heat radiate from the pavement. Yellow and hot, must be Texas. The hills are yellow, the grass is yellow, the dirt is yellow. Even the adobe houses are yellow. My earliest memory must be Texas. I am playing in the garage of a neighbor. For shade? … Continue reading Yellow. Grainy and Yellow.
To Take a Picture
The other day I was sent a "Snap" of my grandson. I thought it was especially cute and I asked if it could be sent to me via text message so I could watch it again later. "Snaps," you see, go away after a day. Turns out the snap had not been saved and there … Continue reading To Take a Picture
Camping, Finch Family Style
Whenever a picture of Pioneer Peak floats across my FB feed, I get an instant, kick-in-the-gut shot of nostalgia. There are few things that make me miss home like that mountain does. Knife edged peaks, seemingly snow-capped year round, thrusting straight up from the valley floor. Warm mellow light of an autumn sun painting the … Continue reading Camping, Finch Family Style
Ocean View
(This was published earlier, but wanted to get my writing on one site) Last September I returned home, to Anchorage, for the sad occasion of my sister’s funeral. Over the week, as my family gathered we toured our remembered favorites. Lunch at the Roadrunner and ordered an Alaska Banquet of course – my grown up … Continue reading Ocean View
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