Wake up and smell the routine

Wake up and smell the routine

Christmas morning as a child – I’d be the first one up filled with excitement and anticipation. My parents, who I now realize had filled the role of Santa’s helpers by assembling and wrapping my gifts, probably had been in bed for just a couple of hours. Once they...
Daddy Still Gone

Daddy Still Gone

My grandfather York was a man of few words. So much so, that just trying to carry on a conversation with him could often be difficult. I still laugh at my mother’s words, in a letter to my dad dated December 2, 1955. She wrote: “Well honey, your Daddy arrived this...
Assumptions and Judgements

Assumptions and Judgements

The saying, If you don’t have anything nice to say, come sit next to me, has many versions and attributed to numerous people, but the sentiment still rings true. Somewhere along the way, we have become a world of outspoken opinions, often feeling anonymous as we add...
Memories

Memories

When my mother passed away, at the age of 58, my dad was lost. She was the love of his life – his rock. I never doubted their bond, or their connection, but after discovering what they went through in 1955-56, as chronicled in my memoir, Kept in the Dark, I finally...
Puddin’

Puddin’

My parents had two puppies, when we lived in Miami, with the unoriginal names of Li’l Girl and Li’l Boy. Li’l Girl made the move with us to Tennessee and was the dog that jumped out of the car when my mother, Joyce, was pulled over for speeding, as she crossed the...
You were there

You were there

“Some days the memories still knock the wind out of me…” —anonymous My parents wanted to take me out to dinner for my birthday, December 11, 1984. My mother was getting weaker and her cancer was taking it’s toll on all of us. I had recently purchased...