Memory Gardening I love plants; my Mother turned me into a gardener, as a child, telling me, as I have already shared on these pages, that playing in the dirt was good for my nerves. I would be lying if I said that I do not buy plants, but if you are a novice gardener,…
Falafel I have been cooking for a very long time; thus it is not often that I surprise myself with what I make. But I have to say, I called Kate into the kitchen, cut the first falafel in half, so we could each taste it, and when I popped it in my…
Zane Grey Road My Father loved his cowboy novels; I am sorry that I never read Larry McMurtry or Zane Grey, while my Father was alive, we would have had some interesting conversations. Kate and I read Riders of the Purple Sage, aloud to one another, as we drove cross country; and yes, we did…
I am Weary of Your Hate I am weary of your hate right or wrong no longer matters I do not care why you hate or if you have cause perhaps you are justified and no court in the nation would condemn you but nevertheless I am weary of your hate we step over…
Ybor City Museum State Park This is where I was supposed to have been born; my parents were living here when my maternal grandfather passed away, and my Mother flew to Columbus, Ohio, for the funeral. While there, she went into labor and I was delivered at The Ohio State University, instead — apparently…
National Human Trafficking Hotline Usually, when we stop for take-out, Kate goes inside to order and or pick-up the food; but this stop, at a restaurant we have frequented before, fell on me. After ordering and paying for our food, I stepped aside from the busy counter, as the restaurant would soon be closing, and…
One of Hemingway’s Cat We toured Ernest Hemingway’s house, in Key West, Florida, many years ago; not on our first visit to the Keys, in 1991, but on one of many return visits with a little extra money, to cover the price of admission. Not all stops that we make would I recommend,…
To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Washington Family by Edward Savage In honor of our Nation’s birthday, I wish you a Happy 4th of July and I share with you a portrait of our first, First Family! One of…
My Love Language Lindette, Marcial, and Kate I must start this by saying that I am missing at least a photograph or two, that I will add before long, to this essay. The missing photographs are of a gift, given to me by my dear friend Linda (Lindette). How dear a friend is Linda? Among…
The Topiary Garden This garden in Columbus, Ohio, depicts Georges Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon On the Ile De La Grande Jatte. I love not only the idea for this unique garden, but also its execution; I hope you find a bit of inspiration, for your own garden — I know I left here with…