To see your parent as they were as a child can be a very moving experience. I recently came across … Continue reading My Father. . . . . . . he never ever looked back
My dad was mostly Scottish, Irish, and a smidgeon of American Indian. I don’t know what tribe. He had enough … Continue reading Bag Pipes – They Make Me Smile
Here’s something you probably don’t know about me. I was once in a fight outside the Taco Bell on University … Continue reading Ye Olde Taco Bell Confrontation
I love Easter and all that goes with it! I know its a religious holiday. I was brought up celebrating … Continue reading In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it. . . . . .
I grew up in the Riverside area of Fort Worth, just west of downtown. In the 60’s and 70’s growing … Continue reading My Little Town
When I was a child, my mother made my sister and I write Thank You notes. If we were given … Continue reading The Lost Art of Snail Mail
I was named Anna Kathleen Mitchell at birth by my Father. At the time names like Brenda and Debbie were … Continue reading From Kathy to Anna in less than a month
I drive an hour every morning and every evening Monday thru Friday. During these two trips all kinds of things … Continue reading Why?? You ask!!