I remember my teens as a sequence of summers. The rest of the seasons at first shrunk and then vanished from memory. It seems that every day was bright and full of things happening around me.
Once upon a time, there lived a girl and her Golden. They were the best of friends and the girl always started and ended her day with a hug and a kiss for her Golden.
The rocking chair in which I sit, creaks every time I move. It’s old like myself, and therefore it’s not surprising that its worn runners complain at the sudden movements. “Creak, creak” it [...]
It is said that a person must have faith to live. A faith that gives her the power and strength to sustain this life, this gift, which she has responsibility for.
The children towered over the local people and they huddled together, holding on to their small suitcases. Around them Bangkok airport bustled, people shoving, pushing, elbowing and screaming [...]
He was 22 then. When you read the note, it is tough to imagine how he did it and survived. “I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can.” Dwight D. Eisenhower
The trees lined up, erect and stately, like soldiers in perfect formation, in their gold, green and red finest. Garlands sparkled, reminiscent of golden sashes across deep-green chests. [...]
It’s now day four after we stopped the medicinet. I can sit in a chair. Last night I could shower. Yes, it hurt but at least I could do it. I'm going to the prom! For sure!.
Our daughter singing "If We Hold On Together." It was one of those moments. unstaged, spontaneous child's expression. We never forget these!
In middle school our daughter was running for Spirit Commissioner and rehearsed for the school video.
