When color TV came to our basement in the late 60s, it brought with it the bloody reality of the nightly news of Vietnam. The war had been safely gray up to that point. In 1968 I was just seven and in 2nd grade but "Hanoi" and "Saigon" were familiar words to me, though without … Continue reading Pen Pal Marty
Discernment
Hot Tea with Cream and Sugar
During my childhood in times of distress, illness, worry, or just general agitation I could count on two things from my mother -- a warm washcloth to the face and a steaming cup of tea with cream and sugar. You have your stuff. I have mine. To this day my blood pressure lowers a dozen … Continue reading Hot Tea with Cream and Sugar
Beyond Lashley Lane 