Nestled in my furred purse are a necklace, two rings, a bear's claw…

Up until I was 14, before we moved to Southern California…

At age four, I was a serious Cubs fan.

On occasional Saturdays…

I was three in 1938 and sleeping in a crib…

Back in the day when the Cubs were on Good Ole Channel 9…

I’m an avid reader…

I remember my grandmother’s backyard.

Pictured is the candy dish of a woman born one-hundred-twenty-years ago…

This story has its genesis in 1986…

I, Jack A. Hertz, aka Abraham Jacob Hertz…

Huge swaths of the West coast are on fire.

My father was a victim of the Depression…

During the pandemic birds are abundant…

In 1977, my fiancé and I were in my hometown…

I was recently forced to retire my wine glass…

When I was 10 or 12 years old and my sister a little older…

My elk antler pipe, dating to when I was 15…

Growing up in the ‘50s, my favorite gifts were Paint by Number sets.

When my mother died at age 96…