Rick Bailey's brilliant essays on life's messiness, humor and awkwardness leap, spin and dazzle in American English, Italian Chocolate. He expounds with eloquence about the horror of house flies, the … Continue reading >>
I'm not at all apologetic. I love St. Valentine's Day for brightening up the dead of winter. I can tolerate January, but by mid February, I'm tired of cold and snow, hats, boots and gloves, and ice on … Continue reading >>
My fondest Christmas memory
In September, 2012, my brother and I helped move my mother, age 91, to her own apartment in a retirement home in Rochester, just five minutes from me. A month or so later, … Continue reading >>
It began with a child's curiosity:
While innocently snooping through her mother’s bedroom at age twelve, Hilary Harper discovered her parents had adopted her. Insatiably curious, she continued to … Continue reading >>
It's hard to believe it's been nearly six years since my son Derek died. Sometimes reminders fly at you from the most unlikely places. One such time was at a recent Poetry at the Farmhouse … Continue reading >>
Earlier this year I discovered the infant section at Mount Avon Cemetery. Eleven babies in all. They were hard to find because the stones were nearly completely grown over. I imagine the parents have … Continue reading >>