Going through a box of photos, I came across this one from the early 80s — my dad, my brothers, and a childhood friend. I sent it in a text to my brothers, and this is what they had to…

  Thanksgiving 2021 — Gathering in the kitchen holding hands in a circle to give grace We knew Thanksgiving would be different my brother Marty wasn’t with us.   Each of us took an infamous turkey cookie held it up…

We miss you.   My Mother prepares the Thanksgiving meal. Every year one of the traditional things that she makes are butter cookies that she cuts out with a red cookie cutter that is shaped like a turkey. Setting the…

  What speaks my mother's kitchen to me: – The sugar bowl and spoon, the exact same one since forever, in the exact same place in the cupboard. – The small old dust brooms laced on a rod for a…

    In a box at the flea market,Dusty and forgotten,Memories slept closely to one another while silently dreaming of another place and time.       Once cherished. Placed carefully. Peeked at when the heart ached, or feelings surged. Those…