Mary Frances Rides Shotgun

When I heard this sound emanating from our television set as a kid in the 60s I exhibited an almost palovian response, dashing to take my p...

This blog entry is a shout-out to all the caregivers out there. I visited with Dwight this week, who is an "adopted" uncle to my d...

Think of memories as beautiful jewels strung on a sturdy piece of elastic. Each memory is full of color and light and evocative of a distinc...

This week I was cleaning out boxes of mementos, cards, and letters, and came across this piece in my Mom's hand written in ink  on a yel...

Mom - a year ago today A year ago today, my mom lay in intensive care at Duke.To say she was near death would be a grave understandme...

Henri, the Maitre D' of the Viral Cafe: Ah, Madame MacHardy! It has been long, long time since we've seen you at the Viral Cafe! Yo...

Mom's Camellia  The Camellia was as old as I was. It grew and thrived next to the side porch at my parent's brick house in Sea...