Knickerbocker Street

Dear Reader, On June 9, 2025, our family said goodbye to my aunt Bernice. I loved her so much. I always knew I would want to speak at her funeral, and I am so thankful I had the opportunity to do so. Here is what I said… “Since I don’t know where to start, I’ll…

Not that long ago, Shawn went grocery shopping. One of the things he bought, was an eight-pound bag of oranges. And I panicked. I counted the oranges, asking myself if we each ate one a day, how long would it take us to finish the bag? Would some of them go bad by then? I…

I was around seven or eight years old, when I first heard Amy Grant sing. We were living in Lathrop, California, living in our big motorhome until the yellow house was ready for move-in. It was during the day, and I was laying on one of the top bunks listening to music on the radio.…

Hello dear reader. I know. It’s been a while. I do my best to keep my little world on a tight leash because it’s more manageable for a control freak like me. But have you ever met Life? Life sometimes likes to grab a hold of the leash and next thing you know, a game…

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…