Polar Nights and Northern Lights of Tromsø
Since I was a child listening to my mother’s stories about the boats that would weave their way through the fjords to bring letters and necessary goods to little towns and villages up north where Santa lived, I have wanted to visit northern Norway. This Christmas, I did.
China leaving
The vacuum rolled across the wood floor with ease, picking up the last remnants of China. Little black balls of fur that I so often cursed, I now looked upon with gut-ripping love. As each tuft was sucked into the bag of dust and dead bugs, I began to cry with more...
Annie
She was from a different era, when people were polite and grounded. She had three children, and I was married to one of them. Having her as my mother-in-law was a gift. Annie (Anna Shillo), was a no nonsense woman who was practical, warm, deeply loving and she was...
Singing in the Rain
We were running down the middle of the street, me with my soaking wet dress hiked up above my knees with one hand and my father, holding onto my dog, China’s leash, water splashing up his legs each time his foot hit the hot, wet asphalt. By the time we saw my husband,...