Category Archives: #childhood

My son was about eight years old when he asked his father if he would build him a tree house. Our house sits on an acre and a half, the back part of which is dense woods leading down to a creek. My problem with the plan was that any tree that could support aContinue reading “A Tale of Two Forts”

For as long as I can recall, my brother wanted to be in a band. He didn’t have any particular musical talent and his singing voice was harsh & scratchy.  Any nearby surface became his drum set where he would slap his hands on the countertop, the television or the dash of your car. HisContinue reading “Chasing the Band”

Throughout my adult life , I have been curious about other people’s dinner routine when they were growing up. To this day, I have yet to encounter anyone who has told me that their mother also prepared two dinners every night. I grew up as number seven of eight children and my mother would prepareContinue reading “Table for Two”