Pomegranates and Memories
I’ve posted another little essay over on Substack; I’ve titled it “Pomegranates and Memories,” Click through to read an excerpt from that essay and a link to take you to the full post.
View PostI’ve posted another little essay over on Substack; I’ve titled it “Pomegranates and Memories,” Click through to read an excerpt from that essay and a link to take you to the full post.
View PostLilacs carry a childhood memory for me, as they did for my mother. And each May, as they bloom around Mother’s Day and my birthday, the memories stir again, evoked by fragrance, by tiny blossoms clustered against the sky.
View PostBeing a grandmother, sometimes I’m lucky to become a child again — as when my grandson and I work together on a project that recalls something my Mother made for my siblings and I 60-some years ago. Technologies and years telescope into a happy afternoon of creativity and reading. . . Click through to read more. . .
View PostA story about my grandson and a story about my grandma, connected across the generation by a change to . . . well, you’ll see if you read the post. And I’ll update you on my garden while we’re together. Click through, please.
View Post23 years after my father’s death, I’ve finally begun mending a vest he once wore, handknit for him in the mid ’40s, ravaged by moths a few decades later. And then I started sketching his face from a favourite family photo of him and his brother. Memory work in progress. Click through to see and read.
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