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…

Student reporter’s paradise

“What happens when you fly over Los Angeles?” the stewardess asked me. Yeah, me, I thought, attempting to come up with a winning reply. “You land, I hope,” I said, lamely, not being quite that slick yet and never to see her smiling face again as I was getting ready in 1978 to begin another…

First full day of spring meant it was Mom’s birthday

In our house when I was a kid, March 21 was the first day of spring. None of this starting the season to savor the coming of the great warm to come around dinner time on the 20th like people talk about now. Nope. March 21st meant it was spring. And Dolores’ birthday. My mother…

Throwback Thursday: Pop Pop, Nana and me

When my mind brings up memories of my Pop Pop and Nana, grandparents on my mother’s side, George is always smiling. The old guy — yes, no matter the age I am in these flashbacks that still warm me today, Pop Pop is remembered as old — is happy when he had I are walking…