1960 Rambler American

Back when I first rode around in a 1960 Rambler, I didn’t think about getting married or having a family or even whether or not I’d get an education. I don’t know what I thought about, but it wasn’t those things.

The first time I rode in that Rambler Man and I were spending time together in a different way then we had previously. We’d been friends for a couple of years but I had a boy friend. Now I didn’t. I remember he put his hand on my knee as he drove and we l... read more

Zoe. Part 1

I had the perfect family. I had decided when I got married that I would have four children and have them while I was still young, so that when my children were grown I’d still be young. But after three I was ready for the next stage. I wanted to go to school. My sister lived across the street from us. Her husband had died a couple of years earlier, leaving her with two toddlers. She had moved close to us so I could babysit her kids while she went back to school. She was earn... read more

My mother had an "episode" on Sunday. She is 83. Her birthday is in 4 days, she’ll be 84. She also has Alzheimers. Her "episode" seemed like a mini-stroke, she slumped over in church and then wouldn’t talk when roused and refused to feed herself or use her right arm when returned to The Home. My sister called and I met her and Mom at the hospital. By then she was improved. By improved I don’t mean anything like a normal person, just more like she’s been lately. She is no longer able to comple... read more