Two Boys at the Beach

I gratefully spent a few days at the sea this past week. So much to look back on and to write about. First some time with good long-time friends, sharing a place up north of Bodega Bay, off Wright’s Beach. A wonderful quiet time of good cheer. Then I drove down to Santa Cruz, music …

I Just Called…

“…To say…I love you…” There it was again, playing on the radio as I drove my grandkids to school the other morning. “Have you ever been to a funeral?” my 8-year old grandson asked as we drove past the cemetery.  I’d just mentioned in passing, covering over the scary cemetary thinking, that I enjoy walking …

“Grandma! Grandma!”

Today is one of those memorable “Moments in History.” Something like the ones they write about in your local newspaper. On this date: In 1876, Lt. Col. Colonel George A Custer and his 7th Cavalry were wiped out by the Sioux and Cheyenne Indians in the Battle of the Little Bighorn in Montana. Ninety-one years …