There were also times when there was no milk in the fridge, no tp, or a weeks worth of dinner consisted of boiled macaroni with stewed tomatoes. Omg, to this day I can't stomach stewed tomatoes--ugh the thought makes wanna gag.
I am still in touch with the writers. I've watched them grow as they continue on their journey of sharing their creative endeavors with the world. I learned a lot that weekend.
I can’t believe it’s nearly Father’s Day. With the pandemic and lockdowns, I’ve lost track of time but I’ve never lost the beautiful memories of my dad. He died of ALS in 1996—a cruel, ugly disease that took him too soon. He was such a soft, gentle soul--a true gentleman. I don’t ever remember his… Continue reading Thoughts and Memories on Father’s Day