Finally, she asked me something that I didn’t understand in the slightest, and paused to let me answer. My head was swimming. I had no idea — absolutely no idea — what she had said. But it sounded like an open-ended question. She was sitting like a cocker spaniel, head slightly cocked, waiting for me to respond. My mind raced, searching for some slight recognition a word — any word — she had used. Nothing came back.
Category: Family Stories
On this particular day, when my daughter was about 5 years old, the California sky darkened ominously, lightening began to shatter the sky, and rain poured from the heavens as if to signal another great flood. So, naturally, my daughter asked if she could go outside and roller skate. I, half-jokingly, said, “Sure, but only if you go in the nude. I don’t want your clothes to get all wet.” I should have known better.
Most of us cannot live off of our home plot — our homes house us, but cannot otherwise sustain and maintain us in times of trouble. We work to sustain and maintain them instead. Sometimes — many times — it takes more than we’ve got to give.
It wasn’t a pretty death. But it seldom is. Kenton lived just up the road from where we moved to Moorelands. We faced Hale’s Passage, and Kenton lived on Horsehead Bay. It was a...
Then, as we looked down on the dogfish, something else emerged. It also had sharp fins and a distinctive tail, and it was following the dogfish in its lazy circles. Only this thing was not on my line. And it was bigger than our boat. A lot bigger.
Much to my joy and satisfaction, the first thing that my nine-year-old granddaughter Emilia does when she sees me is to give me a huge hug. You know, one of those hugs that go...
What do you have to be thankful for? Family, health, love, employment, all things that typically get mentioned at a time like this. I’ve recognized them on many Thanksgiving Days in the past, and likely will in the future. On this Thanksgiving Day I have a TABLE to be thankful for. A table? It’s not an obvious thing to be thankful for is it?
I have two of the most wonderful sisters ever created by God or man. Robin is older by three years, Melanie is younger by four. Both of my sisters have a gentle spirit, always looking for the good in people and even at this age in our lives they remain disarmingly naive about the underbelly of society. Don’t get me wrong, they haven’t had their head in the ground, they’ve just chosen to see things in a better light than most.