Lessons in Survival from My Okie Mom


My mother would have been 97 years old today. In some ways, I’m glad she’s not around to see this mess. I think she would be disheartened. On the other

On the Winter Solstice, Forward

In literary terms, a foreword to a book is usually written by someone other than the author, but I’ve got no time for that, since it’s the shortest day of

Chapter One,”Don’t Chase Boys”

My mother looked much younger than her years.  Always did. Except for maybe in 1940, smoking Pall Malls and drinking whiskey neat, making the rounds in beer joints in Reno.