Valley of the Dolls
I’ve never been a good sleeper my parents took a rare trip to Acapulco with the Galens or Puerto Vallarta once when I stayed with my Aunt Bessie in her ho...
Tag: childhood
What Summer Is
besides hot, very hot, life is more green more blue more open the light can turn days bright yellow even gold when I remember more than what I knew my father an...
Seventh Grade (2)
Robert Zuraw was our seventh grade teacher. A Greek man, he lived on Franklin Street in a house with a big Greek family. Relatives and relatives. In our small ...
How We Find Each Other, or the Unpredictable Nature of Where, or Next Door
I’ve been collecting these stories all my life. Julia C. Steele met Rebecca McGrath inthe Ansonia Public library. 1960 and that was that said Juli...
My Mother And What We Remember
Although I’d like to believe otherwise maybe it all comes down to my mother. She never said Boy Am I Happy You Wrote That Poem. Even my seventh grade poem...