Memory Beads of Christmas’ Past

Not everyone loves Christmas, but I do.  Not all of the beads on the string are beautiful, in fact, several, especially the early ones with my mother, whose anxiety spiked with the pressure of creating a good Christmas, were pretty rough.  Somehow our father and my three brothers and me always found a way to … Continue reading Memory Beads of Christmas’ Past

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Everyday Gratitude

The Attack of the Turkeys.  I'm not kidding.   Tennessee Valley is one of my favorite places to walk; a two mile valley that runs east/west to the beach just north of San Francisco.   There's a side path that goes through a horse pasture to an overgrown pond where I like to go looking … Continue reading Everyday Gratitude