Monthly Archives: September 1997

The first night of play practice, my 16-year-old took her friends home from practice. We live a 5-minute walk from school. Driving friends home ensured at least 20 minutes behind the wheel. At 8:45, she called. One friend was home, … Continue reading →

Fifteen years ago, when her youngest was still a pre-schooler, the marriage soured. She swooped up the four children and headed home to lick her wounds, count her losses and assess the situation. With no husband, insufficient child support and … Continue reading →

A generous serving of pepperoni pizza woke me up at 3 a.m. My daughter’s generosity with our living room furniture kept me awake. A couple years ago, I found a pair of interesting end tables at a garage ale. I … Continue reading →

“A department store across the river is having a close out sale. Let’s go,” my daughter-in-love said. I grabbed my billfold and reached for the car keys. “We’ll walk. It’s only a couple of blocks to the ferry and a … Continue reading →

I was 16, the summer my aunt took her teen-aged son, nieces and nephews to the ocean. While the guys struggled to conquer the surfboard, I waded out to the deep water and met a Marine on a weekend pass. … Continue reading →