remembering mama

I sometimes wonder how my mom would have changed if she had the time to age. I'd like to believe it would have been a graceful process, one that involved my dad, me and Rich, and getting to know her grandkids. It's one of life's greatest mysteries when someone is taken so much younger then …

sabers and memory

Light sabers. For a show at the arena. "Only ten dollas," the barker cries. Lightweight cardboard sabers in shades of pastel blue. No blinking LED lights as far as I can see. I'm hopeful the salesman is also hocking imagination, too. Hordes of children under the age of eight, a flock of superheroes wearing expressions …