Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Dear Mother, Mom, Eileen,

 

Monarch at Longwood, August 2014

Guess what I’m writing about?  Your name!

I never understood why my father insisted on being called ‘Daddy’, or why he insisted that I call you ‘Mother’!  I wonder what you wanted to be called. Read the rest of this entry »

My First Boss | Part 1 of 2

It’s late May 1960.  I’m 16 years old and about to meet the 3rd most formative man in my early life.  My father is #1.   The Shopkeeper is #2.  This man will become #3.

I’ve just graduated from high school and am looking for a job. Read the rest of this entry »