My Mother, My Hero

One of my earliest memories of early childhood was marching around the kitchen table with my mother along with radio personality Don McNeal and his Breakfast Club. We would march and laugh and duck under the table and laugh, and . . . then we would wash the breakfast...

Grieving the Goldfish

  When I purchased my sweet little house in Santa Cruz, it came with a waterfall and a pond.  That  summer I experienced the joy of falling asleep to the peaceful sound of falling water.  In time, though, the pond became green with algae and began to need regular...
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