Johnny’s Birth My parents were shepherds. My dad also had an Ace Hardware store. Twice a year my mom and dad would go to hardware shows where they would purchase specialty merchandise for the upcoming months. When my parents were away it was my responsibility to watch the farm and tend to the sheep. ThisContinue reading “Johnny’s Birth”
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Garbage Fairies
Our first house was 2400 square feet on six and a half acres. We bought the house when I was pregnant with our first child. The house was just 7 miles from my parents who lived on 65 acres that had been my grandparents “summer home.” (Although throughout my entire life they never used it,Continue reading “Garbage Fairies”
Marie V.
My maternal grandmother’s given name was V. Marie_______. She hated her first name. So much so that when she was old enough she went to the local courthouse and had her first and middle names legally switched. She became Marie V.______. To the best of my knowledge only my mom, my dad, my uncle, (mom’sContinue reading “Marie V.”
JB Hunt
My ex husband and my youngest daughter’s first and last initials are JB. Not planned, it doesn’t mean anything special, that’s just the way it turned out. Later my older daughter dated a young man who went by the initials JB. We used to go camping for a long weekend every July or August inContinue reading “JB Hunt”
I am a “C”
I am a C I am a C-H I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N and I have C-H-R-I-S-T in my H-E-A-R-T….. You know how it goes. My daughter learned this song At Procter Camp one Summer. On the hour and a half drive home I was made to sing this song over and over until I gotContinue reading “I am a “C””
The Ice Cream Man
(Poetry Month – Week Five) The Ice Cream Man Kinda short kinda stocky thick, dark hair with natural wave rather than curl. My dad always said Jesus was probably built more like him than those pictures you see hanging at Sunday school. He was Greek. He knew some Greek. He even knew people in Greece-relatives.Continue reading “The Ice Cream Man”
Frank
(Poetry Month – Week Four) Frank Drunk Sincere Low life Determined Stupid Enthusiastic Lazy Sweet smile Dirty Loving Scary Kind brown eyes Sober Finally I met Frank when I was working as the bookkeeper at the Church of the Ascension in Middletown, Ohio. Frank led an organized yet somewhat rogue AA group. I was atContinue reading “Frank”
Over
(Poetry Month – Week Three) Over As darkness falls, the anticipation builds. The sound cracks in your ears. The boom echoes in your chest. The light flashes and sparkles and shocks your eyes. The ash sprinkles down onto your hair. The fireworks are over. My parent’s private party, The Pig Roast, was held on LaborContinue reading “Over”
The Fog is Here Again
(Poetry Month – Week Two) The fog is here again. You never know when it is coming. You never know how long it will stay, or how much of it there will be. Sometimes it is more mist than fog. Mist you can see through, but everything is fuzzy around the edges. Fog stops yourContinue reading “The Fog is Here Again”
Camp Grandma – Day Seven
Seven days! Wow! Camp Grandma spring 2026 is in the books! The director is exhausted but it’s a joyful exhaustion. To summarize: Camp started on March 30th. Usually, mom is off on Wednesday and dad is off on Thursday but mom, being the boss, had two employees off and had to work on her dayContinue reading “Camp Grandma – Day Seven”
My Patio 