Why Wouldja Wanna Volunteer?

At dinner with long-time friends recently, I was discussing a possible volunteer activity I might enjoy if I decide to settle in the town where I used to live. Lou asked me why I would want to volunteer. “They don’t pay, you know.”

Omigosh…where do I start? Continue reading


An Old Favorite

It is moving time. Time to clean out, part with old treasures, admit that some of those former “treasures” are no longer that important in the scheme of things. And time to rediscover favorites.

There are at least a couple of books that have been so important to me over the years that they will go wherever I go. Many years ago I found Where the Sky Began by John Madson in the public library. We were getting ready for a trip to Grandma’s in Iowa and I wanted to rediscover my roots in the tall grass prairie. Continue reading

A Code of Morals

I have been fascinated with radio since I was 11 or 12 years old. I’d listen late at night to my trusty Zenith pulling in all those Clear Channel AM broadcast stations from all over the country. I didn’t understand much about radio and asking any questions would have revealed that I was listening to that evil rock and roll, so I kept all those questions to myself and just added more to them over the years. Continue reading

Piece of Cake!

I was working with a boy whose intellectual capacity was not up to par who had the added handicap of speaking neither his native language nor mine. He understood some of his language and eventually picked up on one of my favorite phrases. Every time he did something I asked him to do and did it well, I’d say “Well, that was a piece of cake”. “Piece of cake” he’d echo. Continue reading

I’m Rich!

I grew up in a household without much money. There were many reasons for this, not the least of which was my father’s serious injury and subsequent disability. Despite the fears of some among us about “them welfare people gettin’ rich off our hard-earned tax dollars”, I can assure you we did not get rich living on SSDI.

But this is not a rant about conservatives or welfare or poverty. This is a collection of those moments when I knew I was rich. Continue reading

Around the Campfire

Twenty-some years ago I ran away from home for a weekend camping trip with members of the California Native Plant Society and the Audubon Society. They hiked at my speed, stopping to identify plants and birds along the way. It was a memorable weekend for many reasons but perhaps the best was the campfire after a day of hiking. As we each finished whatever supper we had brought, we swapped tales Continue reading