I’ve listened to and told stories all of my life. My dad was my original story teller. He spoke from experience and recounted memories from growing up and living life. He was a simple man with simple tastes. He was honest in all of his dealings and he loved children. I became a story teller …
Ed
I met Ed a little over ten years ago. Our first meeting was not a happy one. We met in a funeral home where I came to pay my respects to a friend of mine whose mother had died. Ed is his dad. Ed was ninety years old when we met. He turns 100 today, …
A Very Little About Me
I’ve thought about writing for a very long time, but thinking and doing are two different things. When I graduated from high school I wasn’t very good at thanking people for my graduation gifts, so my mom gave me a ditto master (Most of you don’t know what that is, but it was two giant …
Let Me Tell You A Story
I am a baby boomer who grew up in the suburbs of Detroit. My mother and father both came from large families, so I had several pairs of aunts and uncles. I knew both sets of grandparents and had them in my life for my early years. I am the oldest of three children. I …