If you tried hard enough you could still smell grandma’s kitchen or hear the ticking of the living room clock. The farm was in Riverside where my mom was born and raised.  By the time my sisters and I came along it … Continue reading The Farm

Ann left early today because this is the day of the Olli social.    What none of us, in the writing class, has known was that Ann has secretly been taking flute lessons for the last 6 months.   It seems it … Continue reading WHY ANN LEFT CLASS EARLY

There’s a story, that has yet to be told, that I hold, close to my heart. There was a time, long ago when the little ones came to earth. Filling our days and our nights with fantasies and fairytail.   … Continue reading A Mermaid’s Fairytail

Ann left class early today so she could take her class to Disneyland to compete in the Disney Characters writing contest. All her students are invited to read their stories at the fire house on Main Street.  Donald Duck will … Continue reading Quick Write

A parent’s death, horrific and unwelcome, is inevitable. As I grew older, I realized that one day my father would no longer be around. This thought would creep into my mind occasionally, and I would try and wean myself from … Continue reading The Death of My Father

There was a time I was a sucker for yard sales and would buy things that eventually wind up in another yard sale or sit around with good intentions. I never had Saturdays off until I retired and then I … Continue reading My Saturday Mornings

Sounds like something along the lines of “The Dark Night” by St. John of the Cross* back four or five hundred years ago.  I have never been in jail, I have been inside a couple jails but not incarcerated, just … Continue reading Dark night