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These stories are true stories written about actual events that have occurred relating to me.
Lover’s Dance
A dance of time between two lovers On the dance floor is the woman of my dreams. She twirls and sashays from partner to partner. Only the stage of music separates the players from the dancers. Do I take the … Continue reading →
Here I sit
This piece was written at my writing group today: As I went through my teaching career I took a lot of courses that were required in order to get my Masters degree. Having received my degree there was no requirement … Continue reading →
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the guitar
When I was 13 years old I got a guitar as a birthday present. I was always somewhat musically inclined. I had taught myself how to play the harmonica when I was 7 years old. My parents had me take … Continue reading →
Finding my brother – Part 5
Part 5 In the early 1970’s when I was teaching 6th grade, I was invited to one of my student’s house for dinner with her family. This was a very close knit family. They had a big house, with a … Continue reading →
Finding my brother – Part 4
Part 4 We had made contact with each other. The stage was now set. Between July 18th when I first responded to Cathy’s message on Facebook and about August 12 there were few e-mails back and forth. Cathy and Franz … Continue reading →
Finding My Brother – Part 3.
My story of finding my brother continues through marriage, divorce, serious illness and a second marriage that will bring to him a connection to the father he never knew. When Franz was 19 years old he met Monique at a … Continue reading →
Finding my brother – Part 2
Having written the story of Finding my Brother from my side of the ocean, I thought it time to try and write the story of Franz from his side. Understand that most of this information has come from his wife … Continue reading →
Finding my brother – Part 1
I’m not quite sure when I first heard about my brother, it was either in late high school or college. My sisters had informed me that they thought my father had a child when he was in France named Franz. … Continue reading →
Black Memories
My parents died many years ago. My father in 1982 at the age of 78 and my mother in 1998 at the age of 84. Both deaths were relatively quick; my father in a nursing home and my mother at … Continue reading →
Thoughts of growing old
When I was young I couldn’t wait to get older and do all the things that adults do. Then I got older and reality set in. I had to become responsible (not that I wasn’t responsible before); I had to … Continue reading →
