Mom Memories

Birding with Steve, me, Dave, and Mom. Amish Country. Ray and me at Kitchen Kettle Village. Steve and I became birders while living in a migration area near the Mississippi River. We only lived there for two years but learned so much about birds. We’ve returned there several times since then, especially in the winterContinue reading “Mom Memories”

Impossible Moments

“Come on, Mom, let’s get moving. The Y class starts in half an hour,” I called from the bathroom. I had been encouraging her to finish her coffee and pack her swimsuit for the past ten minutes with little response. I heard the chair squeak across the kitchen floor. Finally, I thought, leading her intoContinue reading “Impossible Moments”