On the bookcase next to my bed is a shelf stuffed full of personal journals. Pages and pages of once-blank books now teeming with words, photos, ticket stubs, receipts, and other random memorabilia of days gone by. They are a gift from me to me. A treasure trove of thoughts and memories and dreams. Words... Continue Reading →
Before She Was Mom, She Was Someone’s Little Girl
Last winter, a bunch of our family members got together in Raleigh, North Carolina, where my mother-in-law, Milly, lives. Our last night in town, we made a reservation at Mo's Diner - a charming restaurant in a small house oozing with vintage charm. The food was remarkable. The company - stellar. But what I remember... Continue Reading →