Gifts from the kids that keep giving

Terrific daughter George and sensational significant George Three arrived this past weekend with gifts for my dear wife Karen. They know the right stuff. A photo of them on the living room entertainment center is perfect. They took part in a photo event with siblings and others. Perfect. Next from their car came a white…

On the wall, with love

My wonderfully talented daughter Elisabeth has done it again. She made one of her Mother’s Day presents for my dear wife Karen, with some carpentry help from significant George Three. It’s beautiful. Karen decided it should live on the wall of the second bedroom on the main floor of A Bitty Better in the Liverpool…

My daughter and George Three know what my wife loves

After our great Food Truck Festival afternoon on Mother’s Day, wonderful daughter Elisabeth and significant George Three had gifts from the car for my dear wife Karen. They beamed as the opening of the hatch of her Kia Soul revealed two awesome plants and a homemade wall-hanging. She said the red azalea screamed to her…

Happy Mother’s Day. Enjoy some tulips

For all the mothers of the world, today I present the pretty tulips I recently discovered popping up at my workplace. The grounds at the Liverpool Public Library always look lovely. The gardens are well-tended daily by our smart and diligent custodial staff, planted on special occasions by Tim Ballantyne and his workers from Ballantyne…

An artist in the family

A Mother’s Day present was delivered to my dear wife Karen this weekend, and the thoughtfulness and execution brought tears to my eyes. Darling daughter Elisabeth painted for her stepmother a scene of Sprague Lake, the lovely spot that we visited with significant George Three at Rocky Mountain National Park during Karen’s family reunion last…

I remember Dolores on Mother’s Day

She was a child bride, in all definitions of the word. Dolores was 18 when she wed 19-year-old Frank. I’m not sure if the magnificent photo of them above was at her high school prom or my Aunt Marion — my mom’s sister — and Uncle Chet’s wedding. Both would have been a year or…