Short stories and photos shared with humor and love
The gifts of the Erb Park neighborhood just keep giving. Yesterday, we, who can't always tell an orchid from a weed, enjoyed a genuinely lovely garden walk though the hood. We noshed on Queen Ann's Lace (did you know it tasted like parsley?), learned about rainwater irrigation techniques, met some talented landscape artists, dug up [...]
One week after my camera bonked me so hard on the bridge of my nose that I saw stars and nursed a visible wound, I invited her to a spectacular outing. Observers of our little mishap might have concluded that I had simply forgotten I had my camera strapped around my neck, so when I [...]
Twenty-two days after its solstice, the sounds of summer returned to our neighborhood, necessary as the soft breeze that carried them. Laughter danced around the southwest corner of the park, and drifted into our open windows. We welcomed back all the splashes, squeals, whistles, and boings. Then, lured by that happy cacophony, we headed over [...]
My mother traveled more than 2,000 miles to celebrate her grandson's birthday, but the real indication of how much she wanted to be a part of Charlie's 30th celebration happened after she got to Manhattan. That's when Grandma Peggy, lifelong germaphobe and avoider of big crowds and closed spaces, rode the New York Subway. Start [...]
Because we were young and besotted with him, my husband Vince and I remember exactly how our oldest son greeted the world on the day he came into it. "Hi guy," Vince leaned over and said as the nurses swaddled his son. Charlie turned his head, looked right at his dad and smiled. We imagined [...]