The history of family started back before you or I were born, back before history was recorded, before ink and pen, somewhere amongst a mother's arms and a father's kiss, somewhere in the middle of a heart and…

      Home base. Feet firmly planted. I hit a home run. Rounded the bases, No need to slide, or steal.   Two teams. France and USA. Happy to play on both fields. Lucky not to be caught in…

  Feet up against the dashboard, my brother drives, a trail blazing with dust grows behind us. A song rattles along with the shovels and beer cans in the back bed, Road signs with faded memories attached to them one by…

    A stalk of books  One is a French dictionary, another reads, "… The Heart of France." The are not read, nor opened… decoration only.  Why hadn't I noticed my mother's desk decor before? As I have mentioned before…

  Behind my Mother's home there are rice fields, canals, a walnut orchard, black berry bushes, sheep, dirt roads, the Buttes, the Sacramento valley and years of seeding, toil and life lived. I flew kites in these fields, rode motorcycles,…