I love the Summer Rain

I'm late in posting for Father's Day.   This is always one of my go-to happy memories. This is the original essay which was my tribute for Father’s Day a few years ago.  I condensed it for an assignment last week.  Please enjoy this version too. “I love the summer rain!” I shouted in my head … Continue reading I love the Summer Rain

Sixty-Three

He would have 63 years old today; instead, he died at 23. It is ironic that a quiet, shy and gentle young man that did not smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol would have his life end this way — an innocent victim of a senseless act of violence by an angry man with a gun, … Continue reading Sixty-Three

Gratitude and Thanksgiving

I sat here in front of a blank page for a while wanting to write something but couldn't get started. The season brings many memories, most with warm and loving feelings.  From our earliest days in Brooklyn to most recent holidays in Florida so much has changed around us. The family has grown and spread out … Continue reading Gratitude and Thanksgiving

Left Behind after a Death

A social media post reminded me the other night that it was a year to the day since my cousin, Joe died.  I'm sad I didn't remember, I spoke to his mom earlier that day. We talked for an hour about all sorts of trivial things, but she didn’t mention him till we were wrapping … Continue reading Left Behind after a Death

Oh coffee, dear coffee

Friday RDP: Coffee I like to say I’m a social drinker when it comes to coffee.  My favorite is espresso, and I have such weakness for its aroma. The taste must not be bitter or harsh as it goes down the throat and lands warm in one’s belly.  It's not unlike a fine brandy that … Continue reading Oh coffee, dear coffee

Fireflies and Fantasy on the Fourth of July

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as … Continue reading Fireflies and Fantasy on the Fourth of July

Home to where I’d never been

I came across this quote from North 20°54, West 156°14, a personal essay by Maggie Messitt on Bending Genre. “Maps are about boundaries and perception. They are about recognizing and being recognized.” It is a beautiful place One summer as soon as school was out, our parents took us to their little island in the … Continue reading Home to where I’d never been

The Girls were home today

The alarm went off as usual at 6:30 AM even though it was the weekend.  She heard Cason go into the shower and wondered where he was going so early today.  She rolled over got comfortable again.  It was too early to the day to start.  She heard him getting dressed and in a short … Continue reading The Girls were home today

True story in One Hundred Words

  “I love the summer rain!” I shouted in my head. It was because of him. I stood there for a moment in the pouring rain; long enough for the video to replay in my mind.  He was fiftyish, receding gray hair, twinkling eyes, and crooked smile. He had lost his shoes on the porch. … Continue reading True story in One Hundred Words