Through the Years

Sixty-one years ago my Mother and I ride the Santa Fe Chief to Chicago to shop for my trousseau. It is August before my marriage to Rodney Eugene Wilson. Our wedding takes place  October 26, 1952. Today, June 5, 2013 it has been two years since his death. Time is so...

The Aging Process

Two movies in one weekend. Probably some kind of a record for me. I’ve been telling myself for weeks that I wanted to go to a movie, but saying something and doing something about it are two different things. Finally, I said, “Ok, now.” Yesterday I...

A Thrilling Opera

Love, anger, revenge and forgiveness all swirled across the screen during the Metropolitan Opera’s HD broadcast of Donizetti’s Maria Stuarda this afternoon. My sister, Pam, Kaze and I listened/watched entranced for three hours as Queen Elizabeth I and Mary...

A Week at Ghost Ranch

Last week my friend, Kaze and I gloried in the glow of changing light on the multi-colored pillars of stone outside our door. This is a week set aside to work on the book we are writing. It became so much more. A kaleidoscope of emotions visits us before our time at...

The Beginning and the End

“I’m not going to date one of the ‘big boys.” I’d heard a rumor that Rodney Wilson planned to ask me for a date. Since I was only a junior in high school, his return from the Navy qualified him as one of the “big boys.” That spring of 1947 most of my girl friends at...