Mother

I Knew Her As Mother

The picture is of Kathleen Russell of Walnut Grove, Alabama, from the 1931 Glomerata of Auburn University. You might have known her as Kathleen Miller, married to Ed Miller of Gadsden, Alabama. I knew her as Mother. She died on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, died in her sleep at age ninety-two, which is why I’m thinking about her in the holiday season. I hesitate to … Continue reading I Knew Her As Mother

Our Home in Havana, Cuba

Our home in Havana, Hostal Cuarteles in Old Havana. Elegant old home but four-floor walk-up. Have taken in everything we can for this trip. Leaving Havana behind tomorrow to drive across the island to Trinidad on the southern coast, all day trip. Then Cienfuegos before coming home Sunday. Much to write about, much to tell. Everyone very welcoming to Americans although they feel the pinch … Continue reading Our Home in Havana, Cuba

Friends by the Numbers, or Number One Friends

Does anyone remember autograph books? The little albums young girls used to collect signatures of their friends, probably during junior high school? Or, did your school tradition include signing yearbooks? Maybe we didn’t admit it at the time, but the more signatures, the more friends you had, the the more popular you were, so there was a little game or contest underneath the surface. I … Continue reading Friends by the Numbers, or Number One Friends

The Face of Courage–Kaitlin Roig at Sandy Hook

    Reindeer on rooftops, dreidels and candles, the magic and miracles— these are the things of December, the traditions we treasure, the peace on earth and goodwill among men in our songs. Not the unfathomable horror of December 14, 2012 at Sandy Hook Elementary. The shooting that day at Sandy Hook  wrenched the heart of our nation. It haunts us still. Yet within that … Continue reading The Face of Courage–Kaitlin Roig at Sandy Hook

Sandy Hook Calling

Messages in my box today from two Sandy Hook survivors, Nicole Hockley and Kaitlin Roig. Yes, another school shooting and they are alarmed—again. Nicole’s six-year-old son Dylan was shot to death in his classroom before noon on December 14, 2014. Kaitlin was the first grade teacher whose classroom was closest to the door where the gunman shot through the locked door to gain entrance. She … Continue reading Sandy Hook Calling

Prevent Deadly Selfies: Government Posts Warnings

Twice as many people have died this year shooting selfies than in attacks by sharks. The score to date is 12 to 6. Twelve people have leaned too far out windows or dangled over precipices or strutted in front of trains or something else daring and stupid, just to document their faces against a dangerous background. Sharks killed six people. Sharks are predators. They attack … Continue reading Prevent Deadly Selfies: Government Posts Warnings

On Being Blocked by Facebook

  Hell’s Canyon, where the Snake River cuts its path past boulders and mountains along the Oregon-Idaho border, is deeper, longer and more remote than the Grand Canyon, according to my trail guide. She ought to know—her family rode in a covered wagon on the Oregon Trail and homesteaded in the 1800s. We stood under the fire tower at Hat Point in Oregon, keenly aware … Continue reading On Being Blocked by Facebook

Old Girlfriends and Love at the Senior Center

At the senior center where Frank and I live, it’s customary to join strangers at meals, and that’s what we did today at lunch, pairing up with a couple quite a bit older than we are. Sissie, the wife, had big black eyes that danced as she talked. Bud, her husband, sat ramrod straight. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, parted his hair down one side. Sissie … Continue reading Old Girlfriends and Love at the Senior Center