Dear Mom,
An old photo and a poem–just for you. I think Dad took the photo. It’s one of my favorites. It’s August 23, 1944. I’m 9 months old, and you’re 23. You look beautiful and happy. Probably because Dad was home for a one-day visit before going back to the TB sanatorium. Read the rest of this entry »
Back to my INFJ letters, and David’s shocking discovery that there are MORE like me out there! No wonder we’ve had to work hard to get along.
People with my personality profile are sometimes called ‘The Counsellor.’ People like David, ‘The Inspector.’ Need I say more?
Actually, I do. Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Dad,
I finally know why I feel compelled to write these letters to you. They’re invitations to dinner! You don’t need to RSVP. I need to send the invitations.
It’s that simple. And complex. Here’s why. Read the rest of this entry »
mother and babies
make their way through grass and weeds
one step at a time
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Dear Mom,
Here’s a haiku I wrote just for you! Read the rest of this entry »
Bearded cacti in Silver Garden
Longwood Gardens PA
Dear Dad,
About those ‘letters’ I mentioned in my last letter (no pun intended!)…
Here they are: Read the rest of this entry »
Pomegranate in Bonsai Garden,
Longwood Gardens
Dear Dad,
Here’s an idea I had today. I was trying to figure out how, at our ages, I would like to begin a conversation with you. So I had this wild idea, based on my experience with the other main man in my life, my husband. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 