( A Mother’s Moment )

Alone in the living room I looked at the photos on the mantel wishing for a cup of coffee.  With my back to the door I heard a familiar voice, but the face of the man speaking was new to me.  I listened again and realized who it was, but couldn’t believe that it was the same voice I’ve been hearing for the last year and a half in an ( Read more... )

( I Remember. )

I’ve always felt anxious about crossing bridges and tunnels, especially, going to New York, even though, something out of the ordinary might just happen on the other side of the Hudson River. ( Read more... )