Tomorrow would have been my grandmother’s birthday. I am not sure how old she would have been ; you never asked Lucille Rose how old she was. She was a beautiful, stubborn woman who stressed the importance of manners and always saying thank you. It is also one of my nephew’s birthdays, but their day … Continue reading Tomorrow


A Favorite Childhood Poem

When I was a wee rosebud a teacher introduced me to Shel Silverstein and his marvelously lyrical and whimsical poems.  The poem Where the Sidewalks Ends has always captivated me.  The first community that I remember living in was Burke Centre, outside Washington, D.C., an ambiguous region known as NOVA.  The sidewalks went on for miles and … Continue reading A Favorite Childhood Poem