there were those hot sticky nights picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass waiting for the fireworks we chased fireflies              

in her house

          “Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs” ~ George Eliot            

drive in

        summer nights we’d pile in the back of dad’s station wagon in our pajamas equipped with blankets, pillows and paper bags full of junk food and fall asleep halfway through the feature            


              “Will the freshness, lightheartedness, the need for love, and strength of faith which you have in childhood ever return? What better time than when the two best virtues — innocent joy and the boundless desire for love — were the only motives in life?” ~ Leo Tolstoy             (a scan of a very…


          her days were a struggle between holding on and letting go