Knickerbocker Street

Every once in a while, my husband, Shawn will throw me a bone about his childhood. Years ago, he told me the short tale that I’m about to tell you. I love it. I can imagine it being placed somewhere in a movie. Here it is… A Short Tale takes place in Willcox, Arizona. Shawn’s…

Several years ago, when the presidential race was between my Trumpy and Hillary, I was working as a caregiver for the elderly. During that time, we had a resident who was my kinda gal. She was funny, saucy, outrageous and Jewish. I absolutely loved her. Her well grown daughter told me once, “She either loves…

We were still living in the motorhome, when I started 3rd grade in Lathrop, California. I did kinder and 1st grade at the Christian Life Center church school, in Stockton, California. Second grade was at Parklane Elementary School in Stockton too. I was a little nervous about going to a new school, but at the…

STOP in the name of love! Before you start reading part two, you must have read part one which is two blogs before this one, to allow an even keel. We will wait for you. Welcome back! … My family first moved to Stockton, California, because my dad wanted to go to the Bible school…

I wasn’t planning on writing a blog about Father’s Day for Father’s Day. In fact, I was wanting to finish up a part two to my previous blog titled, The Apricot Tree. But then happenstance, happened. I don’t normally click on my Memories on Facebook, but today I did. A Father’s Day post I wrote…

I thought of the apricot tree the other day while sitting at the breakfast table eating pitted dried apricots from Target. I nibble on them with my morning coffee, and I picture the apricot tree on the side of the yellow house there in Lathrop, California… I was seven years old when my family moved…

I got an email from Target. The subject line read, “Dropping 3/23: DVF for Target”. I clicked on it. At the top it said, “Diane von Furstenberg for Target”. Ah, Diane. We’ve come full circle… Many years ago, while working as a Caregiver, there was a resident who had a subscription to the Oprah magazine.…

Never imagined ever writing to you, yet here I am at my kitchen table in Red Rock, Arizona, doing so. I am sipping hot water with honey, eating orange slices, then I will eat the two chocolate Zingers who are patiently waiting. Like Kitty Kallen sang, little things mean a lot. I was in the…

Like most of you, I hate going to see the doctor. Having said that, I do go when I think something is wrong with me. But the truth is, I’m hardly ever at the doctor’s because God has blessed me with decent health. When I turned 50 last year, I knew that I was going…

Dear Reader, I wrote the following little story and posted it on Facebook for the first time back in 2013. Since then, I have reshared it on Facebook but now for the first time, I am sharing it with the rest of the universe through my blog. (Insert evil laugh here.) A Valentine Story… As…