Tag Archives: memory

Musings on an old wooden spoon

The spoon pictured to the left is at least 40 years old. Older than my son. Older than my relationship with JB. I purchased it when I moved into my first apartment in Chicago. It is the utensil of choice … Continue reading

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Puzzling

We took my mother out to lunch at her favorite Chinese restaurant for her (and her twin’s) 84th birthday. Midmeal, I asked my mother what her earliest memory was. She said it was a reporter from the Toledo News Bee who … Continue reading

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We can’t both be right

My sister’s partner was sitting in our living room the other day and glanced at a large painting of mine on the wall. I had created a small shelf in its center filled with lots of items relating to the … Continue reading

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