They also pointed out that street musicians have tip jars and reminded me that I always put in a few bucks to support them-so what's the difference? What is the difference?
I bought Where The Wild Things Are at a scholastic book fair in 2nd grade for my little brother. He was four years younger and my little buddy. I couldn't wait to get home and read it to him. If I played hot wheels with him first, he'd let me read to him for as... Continue Reading →
She had to decide right then what she was taking and what she was leaving. All her memories out there in the yard.
A few days ago Karen asked if I would be interested in going to a book club at Story & Song."Sure." I answered, without even asking which book they'd chosen."Well, check out the title before we commit." she said. "It's not one I've heard of."I took the flyer from her hand, scrolled down the page... Continue Reading →
These last couple of weeks have been crazy. Crazy good.Let's see, it started with a trip to the dermatologist. I had a spot on my leg that had gotten weird. I wasn't too concerned - no, that's not true - I was a little worried, but I guess that's normal. Karen, urged me to make... Continue Reading →
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend, his name was Uncle Wilkensack. Actually, I had twenty one imaginary friends because Uncle Wilkensack had a wife, they had seventeen kids and they had two pet alligators. I can still remember the first time I met them. I was sick with a high fever, lying... Continue Reading →
One day last week after a sunrise walk, the pups and I ran into a pair of identical twin sisters at the dunes. They were in their late sixties or maybe mid-seventies - hard to tell because they were wearing identical dark sunglasses and both had a beautiful head of dyed red hair - not... Continue Reading →