My mom and I live in different states so we talk on the phone. Sometimes she reminisces. The following stories are from one of those calls. “My father used to take me and Jack for a ride sometimes on Sundays. Otherwise he rarely drove the car. He’d go on a mountain road with a sheer […]
For months now, my mom and I have been sending each other snail mail. I have to admit, she writes more than I do. It started during the pandemic when no one was traveling. My mom has a phone and an email address, but she doesn’t text and she doesn’t use a computer. We mostly talk on […]
My mom lives in my sister’s guest house. My sister was having the guest house painted and thought my mom might like a little vacation. We were happy to have my mom visit for a week. I flew back with her and stayed for a mini vacation of my own. The two residences are home to […]
My stories are a mix of fiction and non-fiction. Some of the fiction from when I was young came from my brother, Jimmy. He came to conclusions based on observations. Or maybe he thought making up stories for me was somehow entertaining. A few years ago, while sitting around the table at my sister’s, I […]
I just bought a little tub of nonpareils at Trader Joe’s. They’re small dark chocolate discs covered in white sprinkles. The cashier said “These are delicious!” as he slid them over the scanner. “My daughter doesn’t like them, and she just brought some home, so guess who they’re all for?”, he continued with a big smile […]
Lately I bought several things that shrank after washing them. I purchased them in nice shops, so I wasn’t expecting it. But they’re only clothes that hopefully will make someone else happy. Surprisingly the latest incident brought back some pleasant memories. My mother did her best with very little resources. How she managed to buy […]
My mother once said I should write a book about her. She had a title for it. NutMug, a play on words from her nickname, Mug. I’ve called her Magoo (or the shorter version, Mug) for years. My brother gave her the moniker because she drove like Mr. Magoo. She often missed her exit or […]