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 more
With 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 more
My 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 more
Before almost dying in the desert, my family almost died in a dry riverbed. Read more
1968
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 more
Short answer: If you don’t understand where you’ve been, you may not know why you’re here. Read more
The Roadside
Some 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 more
Garland 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 I yelled, “Help me up.” Read more
Garland 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. Read more
Phyllis A. Still 