Men have always had love affairs with their cars. They named these machines after women. Their bikes, pick-ups, boats and first cars are always referred to as, HER or SHE. SHE was the best car I ever owned. Or, I loved my first Chevy; I’d give anything to have HER back. Or, I just loved that gas guzzling Olds. My grandson, Gabe has a navy blue, rusted pick-up that he lovingly calls Myrtle. Tony, another grandson, owned a jeep that followed him from Illinois to California and

This morning began just as most mornings do; I need coffee first thing, so the coffee pot is brewing. The toaster is, well, toasting. When breakfast is over I cleaned the kitchen and took the garbage out. The morning greeted me with a cool stiff breeze, the cold front has moved past during the night and fall has arrived. Beautiful. There is just enough breeze blowing to open the kitchen door slightly; it appears just enough to allow Poppy to poke his nose out while I am preoc

Being the mother of four teenagers was a challenge. I feel like there should be a shirt that states “I Survived Four Teenagers”. They were and still are three years apart in age, three girls and one boy. Although being raised in the same family, everyone has their own personality. There was lots of drama and trauma too. It was taco night at our house, so it must have been a Saturday. We lived across the street from the Presbyterian Church. The church had a nice big parking lo