One would think it was every little girl’s dream…

My sister Kathleen was the first person…

After sporting so many plastic hospital bracelets…

Our mom always said…

This is me, driving…

I stood on the front sidewalk…

When my brother Frank told me that he planned to…

When my great-grandmother died…

“Your momma wears combat boots!”

The human longing for continuity…

Though the joint ain’t officially open…

When our son Wes was three-years-old…

Halloween in our town has never been for scaredy-cats…

If I’d been the mother of girls…

My sons Mike and Justin visited…

What a day! Wrigley Field…

At eighty-one, after two heart attacks…

I was born and grew up in a train town.

In 1958 I was a tall, awkward left-handed…

I don’t know when WhiskerFace first arrived…