The Act of Imitating

Eyewitnesses to the account say I was three.  I have no memory of it personally. In the early 70’s, my family shared a two-story house with my grandparents – grandma and grandpa lived on the ground level; dad, mom, my brother and I on the top. This particular day I had sauntered downstairs while my…

Embracing Our Blindness

Growing up in Upper Michigan, I learned to drive on snowy roads.  Blizzards were the most nerve-racking of road conditions to navigate as they brought complete whiteout conditions in which you literally couldn’t see anything beyond the windshield.  I remember having to slow my car to a crawl of 1 mph and pray that nothing…

A Threadbare Towel

My 13-year old grandson is in that season of life where shoes are an issue.  Give him a new pair of shoes today and by next week it’ll look like a pair of groundhogs used them as chew toys then threw them in a wood chipper for good measure. The wear and tear inflicted on…