Monthly Archives: June 2011

Yertle I cannot believe I was once unable to read.  I know there was a time within my span of memory when I could not, but for reasons unknown to me I cannot remember that time. Whether because of my … Continue reading →

  Big Fish, Little Fish My father and my Uncle Kenneth were avid fishermen. No. They had what Hemingway calls the aficion.  A passion, a fixedness, a willingness growing out of a sense of the absolute importance of what they … Continue reading →

  The Red Balloon I remember some of my third birthday party.  It occurred outside, in the yard beside our home on Spring Street.  There were several children there including Dale Gantry, the grandson of our next-door neighbors and a … Continue reading →

(I am publishing the current book I am working on, The Wonderful Land of Eden, here at this blog. Here is the opening chapter.)       One of Our Own   I go back and forth.  I want to tell … Continue reading →