A writer, before…and after all

In Granny’s latter years, we’d sit at her kitchen table as night fell upon the mountains. There, in those hallowed moments, she unlocked the chambers of her large heart and granted me her most precious joys and sorrows. She spoke of her two newborn sons Grandpa buried...

Simple abundance

Years ago I spied my favorite pail at the Armada Flea Market. Light gray enamel with a graceful mouth wider than the bottom, it called my name. More a large bowl than a bucket, the utilitarian design includes two handles. The lathed, wood grip in the middle of the...

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,...