Devastated “Mary Beth has a boyfriend now and can’t babysit tonight,” Momma said. “Her sister is coming instead.” I stared in shock. For two years, Mary Beth was our exclusive babysitter. How could she not come?
Read moreWith the fuzzy, blue blanket in my arms, I stepped onto the lighted, back porch and into a barrage of swarming June bugs. Several brown bugs lost their spiky legs that hot summer night in Phoenix as I raced to the swing set, ripping them from the blanket.
Read moreMy First Friend During the Phoenix, Arizona years, 1967 to 1969, Mary Beth came to play with me and my brothers Barry and baby Stephen.
Read moreBefore almost dying in the desert, my family almost died in a dry riverbed.
Read more1968 Dad’s quest to find the infamous Lost Dutchman’s mine in the Superstition Mountains, east of Phoenix, sent us rambling up and down rut-filled roads that were not on the map.
Read moreShort answer: If you don’t understand where you’ve been, you may not know why you’re here.
Read moreSome have accused me of being stubborn. But I say, determined. As long as I can remember, accomplishing my goal took precedence over punishment, eating, sleeping, or spending time with people. The reason is a mystery but the memories are clear.
Read moreGarland Texas 1966 If I could, I would climb a tree to the highest branch, sway in the breeze, and peer over the world in safety from it. A mimosa tree grew between our house and the neighbors on Gardenia Street and my brother Barry sat in it. Staring through shady limbs of fern like leaves and fuzzy pink flowers
Read moreGarland Texas 1965 Swinging makes me happy. It reminds me of being four or five in the backyard of our Garland Texas home, swinging to the hum of a neighbor’s lawn mower and the spicy smell of fresh cut grass.
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