Charlotte and Other Heroines

About the time I returned to college to study creative writing, my aunt tidied up her attic. One treasure she unearthed – a box of letters my maternal grandparents exchanged during WW I. Jackpot! I needed a class project, and a pile of beautiful letters had...
Thanks, Dad

Thanks, Dad

When I finally hit babysitting age, I had big dreams for the wads of cash I’d soon stuff into my faded jean pockets. Topping my list – my very own record albums. I’d had enough of Elton John┬áto last a lifetime (sorry, Elton). Unfortunately, my older...