Love, Karen

There is a number of years between my oldest sister, Karen, and myself. In fact, I don’t even remember her living with us much other than here and there between different life events. She tended to move around a lot and travel a lot which most people, and I guess particularly women, did not doContinue reading “Love, Karen”

Story Time with Mom

Not long ago, I was thinking about a short story my friend Claudia wrote about a train ride she took to see her son in Pittsburgh. The reason I was thinking about this story is because I remember reading it to my mother on a visit to her when she was living with my sister.Continue reading “Story Time with Mom”

The Good Guys and the Bad Guys: An Old Family Remedy

Coming home from our socially distant walk yesterday and reflecting on the current crisis in the world, my husband mentioned that when he was a little kid and didn’t feel well he would draw pictures of armies to fight the sickness.  I was immediately reminded of a similar scenario in my home where my sisterContinue reading “The Good Guys and the Bad Guys: An Old Family Remedy”