Category: Family

  • 48 Hours To Shed The Cane

    Our grandkids Jack & Isabel are flying in with oldest son Michael for a 5 day visit beginning this Friday. They’re all pumped up, as are we. Here’s the problem – I can’t walk, sit, drive, stand or lie down without major cuss-word bad pain. My back is waaaaayyy out of wack (2 herniated discs…

  • Characters

    I’m gonna get in trouble for this post. Lots of writing blogs stress the importance of developing your characters – making them real. Personally I prefer mine (when reading or writing) to be good guys. Tough, Smart, Independent, Adventurous, Funny, Loyal, Good Hearted & Down to Earth. ‘Creating’ my characters has been a blast, but…

  • Rugrat Wisdom

    Our oldest son Michael sent us a video of our granddaughter Isabel “reading” – She’s 3 & doesn’t actually read. She knows the story well enough that she goes page by page pretending to read the words. The jist of the story was – someone was getting married & she wanted to be the flower…

  • Thanks Dad

    I get irritated when folks make the excuse that they’re the product of their environment & therefore have no hope of ever escaping their circumstances or bettering themselves. It’s such bull. It’s another Father’s Day – the 4th one to come along since my dad passed away. My grandson was born one day – Dad…

  • Basements In Florida??? Nah!

    When we first met with our awesome real estate agent Niki Lee Hurst, I mentioned that it would be strange buying a house without a basement. She replied matter-of-factly that “in Florida we call basements swimming pools”. Of course she was right. Dig down 3 or 4 feet & you’re likely to hit water, but…

  • Da Boyz In Da Pixture

    Before moving to Florida, we lived in Pennsylvania & had a house at the beach in Delaware, where we spent our weekends & most of our vacations. This picture was hung in the living room of that house. Now it hangs in the sitting room off the master bedroom down here. I remember the day…

  • A Matter of Perspective

    This is a picture of my granddaughter Isabel. (I annoy my mother by calling her ‘Belly’) Something has caught her attention. She seems amazed. Whatever it is, it has her totally spellbound. Sometimes I wonder how little kids think. They don’t have a large vocabulary. Their experiences are limited as are their little memories. So…