I remember some of Mom’s favorite dinners.

“DON’T USE THAT KNIFE TO OPEN A PULL-TAB!”

My father, Gordon Brant, had a dazzling smile…

When my mother died…

The first gift my husband Peter gave me…

Sitting atop my bedroom dresser…

As a little squirt…

At an awkward age—meaning some time in junior high—

I was only a month past my 17th birthday…

The Orange and Brown Bobble Head…

My dad died 18 months ago.

Marushka is about 130-years-old.

It is not a cherished object.

My love affair with the blues…

The rocks I found on our rain hike…

Hunkered down, here on the Maine coast…

These are mine and mine alone.

I have always been fascinated with nicknames…

I wish I had known Grandma Burns when she was a little girl…

I loved discarded dolls…