Monthly Archives: July 2015

What lasts? Friendships and summers, memories, and the mashed potato spoon. The mashed potato spoon, large and sturdy, perfect for lifting globs of buttery mashed potatoes onto your plate, back when carbs didn’t matter. That spoon is the only thing … Continue reading →

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922 No child ever made a more spectacular first impression than I did. … Continue reading →

Standing by my mother looking at Roosevelt-Wilson Elementary School, this is what I saw:  Sky.  So much sky the low building seemed irrelevant. I didn’t take to the tall trees and rolling hills of Pennsylvania, but the sky over Texas City … Continue reading →

Late October 1955, rolling into Texas City on a Greyhound bus, this is what I saw: On the distant skyline, a metropolis, huge, beckoning, a fantasy city. I mostly lived in books, so I compared it to Oz, the Emerald … Continue reading →