Impatient! Methodically, Dave is eating breakfast in his bathrobe and reading the paper. A Taurus, he doesn’t like to be pushed, nor do I like

Turkeys congregate around the Quan Yin statue in reverence, their wormlike skin dangling from pink noses.  With impunity they flaunt the rule for silence with

The rain beat on the windshield as the wipers did their best to keep up.  On a trip to Bakersfield to visit my grandmother, my

Our fourth day in Baja, and I am only beginning to recognize the richness of this desert.  Our group is camped at the boundary between

We stood in the hallway watching her through her doorway opened just enough to peer at us as she tried to decipher who we were

Through a crack in the drapery, I witness my mother, naked and vulnerable, bathed lovingly, gently, by her hospital aide, Pat, washing her as a

February, 2010, my mother died.  It was a Thursday.  Our son, Jim, was in Florida, had just moved and had still not let us know

About seven years before my mother died, I decided to create a book for her of positive memories and appreciations I had of her.  My

December 2006, Dave bought an electric blue Nissan 350 Z, maybe a mid-life crisis car, maybe the car he had wanted after years of driving

“What are you doing?” Dave asked. His voice belayed suspicion that things are only getting thicker. “I just want to prepare for the possibility that