Minding Your Own Business

Minding Your Own Business

I sat around the table with a group of friends and felt sorry for myself. They all ate fabulous food like bagel & egg sandwiches and western omelets and deep-fried hash browns.  Real breakfast food.  Delicious breakfast food. Me?  I peeled two sad...
Drop the Stones

Drop the Stones

I’ve had stones thrown at me, and it changed my life. It is a part of my history that I’ll never shake. Lately, I’ve been thinking about history. In its simplest definition, history is the story of our lives. But history isn’t just a static record of events; the...
The Missing Valentine

The Missing Valentine

It was 1932. The 4th-grade classroom walls were covered with Valentine’s Day hearts, and intricate snowflakes the children had made decorated the windows. Dorothy (my mother) sat at her desk busily putting the finishing touches on her beautiful Valentine’s Day card....
Stick and Stones and Dead Man’s Bones

Stick and Stones and Dead Man’s Bones

In the 1970’s, I worked for a company as a set up and service technician. During my 5,000 hours of training to earn Journeyman status, I was introduced to the micrometer, and the 1/1000th of an inch adjustment. That experience taught me that even the slightest change...