Dear Dan,The summer we spent at Flynn's working in the bard while they were away was one pretty cool summer for me. You were driving on a complete license - not a Cinderella - and mom was spending time in NJ. In the morning we would decide if I would go along with you to... Continue Reading →
Almost smoked
Dear Dan,I've been thinking about our summer at Flynn's farm. I've especially been thinking about a span of a couple of weeks during that summer.Mom was back and forth to Media while Dad was working in that area. You and I occasionally went with her. The rest of the time we spent home and at... Continue Reading →
Kill the pickle!
Dear Dan,You loved all living creatures - which is but one reason your suicide came as such a nasty shock. While the first words out of my mouth as a child were "kill it; kill it; kill it!" you would protect that innocent, disgusting bug from becoming an itty bitty spot on the sole of... Continue Reading →
Weird kitty tricks
I don't know what's up with Miss Iggy recently. Maybe she has decided to amuse me.The last couple days she has crawled into some odd places. Places she never showed any interest in before. The first place was between my night stand and two small chests She climbed over a chair and crawled in there.... Continue Reading →
Christmas caroling
Dear Dan,Remember when you, Mary Lou and I would go Christmas caroling in the neighborhood? Mom loved to open the front door and listen to our voices floating through an otherwise "silent night." We weren't allowed to go in to the houses. We could sing on the front steps and we were allowed to accept... Continue Reading →
Christmas Past
Dear Dan.I went past the old house today. Mom and I went there shortly before you died. The guy who bought it gutted the place and totally redid it. He wasn't quite finished when he showed us around. As I went past I had flashbacks of lovely Christmases past; back when our little family was safe;... Continue Reading →
It's My World 