Mutual mentors remembered

Several weeks ago, Connie invited me to Frankenmuth for a reunion with old friends from the former Redeemer Baptist Church in Warren. The nucleus of several women’s groups, Connie rattled off names I recalled from the ’60s and ’70s. Some women I haven’t seen since....

Taste of travel

Our summer vacation slips into history with the taste of Uncle Herm’s tomatoes on my mind. “Would ya’ll like a ham and tomada sandwich?” he asked my husband and me. “You have’ta be hungry.” “Not too much,” Mel said. Truth be told, we’re always hungry for Uncle Herm’s...

Under the Pergola

I said “Sure” when Mary Ellen called Monday morning and asked if I was free to kayak Thursday at 9:30 a.m. with another friend. We never made it on Lakeville Lake and to lunch last year, so we hankered for the companionship. That night at writing group, Elaine asked,...

More than one way home

Most every July of my childhood, Dad drove our family to Kentucky for vacation. The summer he couldn’t leave his barbershop, Dad dropped Mom, my sisters, and me off at the Detroit bus station. In Ohio, we boarded a train to Williamson, West Virginia. That meant a...

Sustenance is worth the cost

I load $164 worth of groceries into my car. I’ll take Shepherd’s Pie to pass for my Monday night writing group, and the hens will gobble up our kitchen scraps. Otherwise, my husband and I will consume the bulk of this bounty in one week. How has this...