Driving to the Y this morning, I made my usual stop at the end of Geiser Road before turning left onto Route 43. All clear, I thought. I glanced again – an enormous truck was barreling down the hill, hauling two trailers piled with gigantic logs. If I’d made that turn, I’d have been history. I was… [Read More]
Round Midnight: a poem for my mother
Thanks to everyone who shared their feelings in regard to my posting about my earliest memories of my mother, Vi Lomoe. Our parents remain such a vital part of our lives, even if they’re no longer with us in this worldly realm. There’s so much more to write about my mother and my father, Wallace “Chink”… [Read More]
Remembering my mother on her birthday
In one of my earliest memories, I’m sitting at my mother’s feet, scribbling on yellow manuscript paper as she types at her dropleaf desk. I must have been about three, the age of my granddaughter Jasper today, and I was quieter, more introverted than Jasper. Still, it’s a wonder my mother got any work done. She was writing… [Read More]
Hip hip hooray! I’ve made it through the B.A.D. Challenge!
It’s May 31st, and I’ve made it through the Blog-A-Day Challenge on Blog Book Tours. I’ve earned bragging rights: I only missed one day, because I was down in Woodstock taking care of my granddaughters and didn’t get back till midnight. But since there are 31 days in May, I figure I’ve still blogged for an entire… [Read More]
Memories of Etan Patz
I vividly remember the day Etan Patz disappeared. At our rented raised ranch in Poughkeepsie, we still got the local TV news from New York City, and my husband and I were watching when a picture of the smiling six-year-old flashed on the screen. The announcer said he’d disappeared that day: Friday, May 25, 1979. The news… [Read More]
A morning service: death and disclosure
My next-door neighbor Mary died Tuesday night at the age of 89, and this morning I attended her service at the Catholic church where she was a longtime member. Officially, the service was called a “Liturgy of Christian Death and Burial,” and I haven’t attended one like it before. Many words of comfort were spoken, and it… [Read More]