Believe me memories make great books!

My grandson was 18 months old and he still hadn’t said a word.  I noticed it, but decided to give him until he was 2 years old to be certain he wasn’t just a slow starter.  Well, at 24 months old, I took him to his pediatrician and the doctor sent us to the right people

A Few More Memories

Talk about memories:  My eldest daughter is 38 years old.  But once she was 5 years old and she was watching a cartoon on T.V.  She came and asked, “Mom, can I have a Ahhple (apple)?  I got one for her and washed and wiped it. I told her, “Whatever parts you don’t eat, bring them

Memories Make Great books!

  My grandson turned eleven years old in January.  He felt like he was a really big boy once he turned eleven.  When he awoke on his birthday, he cleared his throat and said in a very perplexed voice, “Mom, how come my voice isn’t deeper, since I am eleven now?”  I tried to explain

CHOOSING…

As I think about what I want in my book/journal I find that there is so much that I can write about.  Things happy and sad, fun and not so fun. Boy, oh boy.  I understand now what writers deal with when their thoughts are coming ‘fast and furious’ or slow and muddled.  I decided

I’VE JOINED THE RANKS….!

As you already know, I have a thing for grammar.  Go figure.  My first passion was to be an opera singer.  In High School I started learning the art of opera singing, but my Mom quickly put a stop to that with the remark, “You can’t feed yourself like that”.  Oh well. So, after that

I CRAVE A BOON FROM YOU… (Can we talk…?)

STATEMENT:  With the dawning of another traditional festive gala jubilee on the mystical date of February 2, 2015, the life-giving organ in my being coaxes my person to articulate jargon that in bygone days I was ill-equipped to utter.  But alas, my being fills with vigor and ferocity and with such emotions emanating from my own…