My brother Val and I had gone to the beach house for Thanksgiving. This was 1944, before my marriage or children, when it seemed it
“I want my ashes scattered in San Francisco Bay,” said my sister Roxanne. “Do you know how many bodies are dumped in San Francisco Bay
Today was a day for planting fall bulbs and feeling completely lazy about Halloween. I’ve got a party tonight and we don’t even have costumes.
This is a two minute post from my friend Marla (who helps me with this blog.) It is a true story about growing up in
I’d love to start this off by saying, “I don’t know how the three of us, winsome Vampire siblings, ended up at the old dark
Christmas Orphans (a short random tale) “Why do I have eyes of different colors? The brown eye is my own. The blue eye is a different