With her blue suitcases packed and sitting next to the front door, Mom was ecstatic that the day had finally arrived for a long-anticipated dream trip to Southern California. She and the church choir were traveling on a big tour bus to Anaheim for the… Read More
It was 1956, and the summer of my fifth year. We lived in Vallejo, California, and my mom worked a short distance away at Levi Strauss Company. It was her job to make and sew pockets on the 501 jeans—as well as stitch the red… Read More
It was pretty much the same routine every Saturday morning, but, believe me, it never grew old. Really. The kitchen always smelled of waffles and warm maple syrup. Bacon sizzled in a cast iron skillet on the stovetop. The wonderful aromas, along with gospel music… Read More
Today is my sweet mother’s birthday—she would have been 93 years old. Although I miss her every day, she left me with such a beautiful legacy—my love of reading. My mother was an avid reader, and I was often the happy recipient of her uncanny… Read More
