Category Archives: Family

Ellen has her mom. Dave has his mom. I have my mom. She doesn’t get out much anymore as she gave up her license a few years back and her back doesn’t allow her to sit too long. But every … Continue reading →

Ah, the smell of Coppertone, lake clams, salmon eggs, fumes from an outboard, warm mud – these aromas are like vintage perfume that I’d recognize in a second.  Back in the early 70s when I was a kid, we didn’t … Continue reading →

I don’t even know how my father would fit his 250-pound body into our standard sized tub. Yet every Sunday he’d take an extra long and super hot bubble bath. He’d emerge, almost like an apparition, with steam pouring out … Continue reading →