Aunt Louise


Guardian Angels

A thing I do, when overwhelmed by the pain of the world, is to look through the memory box I carry around in my head and…

Eating Reflecting

The Ice Cream

I have written before in these pages about my Aunt Louise. My great aunt, really – Dad’s mom’s sister – she died when I was 12,…


In Praise Of Letters

Are you a Sloppy Joe or a Neat Pete? That was the sign on the wall of my fifth grade public school Language classroom. It was…