I was out enjoying the day with some friends. It was a gorgeous day and we were very much delighting in each other’s company. The conversations and general banter were light and fun. As it often happens in these situations, we shared stories about our past and their significance to each other. Somewhere in our […]
I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store and my mind was drifting, thinking about love and friendship. There was a woman and her teenage son with a very full basket just in front of me. They were discussing their day, having a normal conversation that one would have between a mother and her teenager. Then out of the blue her son asked, “Mom, when is Valentine’s Day?”.
Finding our way through life involves an equal share of joy and woe. The stories we often tell each other throughout the journey help us make sense of it all. The childhood memories collected here act as self-discovery guideposts for the author and reader alike. The deceptively simple lessons shed light on the power stories have to shape and connect us.
Strange things happen to you when you’re a kid. At least they were to me at 5 years old. My sad kitty tale was an event we talked about for years after. My family lived in a small house, in a very modest neighborhood. We were a young family comprised of my dad, mom, my middle brother and one on the way. The house was very old but well kept. A coal-burning furnace heated our house…