I used to dread whenever someone would ask me about childhood memories. I’d learned from experience what they wanted to hear. Warm stories about how my mother and I made cupcakes or how my... Read more
Although my favorite reading chair was just an old wooden lawn chair nestled in a far corner of a neighbor’s yard, it will always occupy a special place in my heart. That is where I discovered... Read more
The old two lane U.S. Highway 119 ran parallel to the creek that was on its south side. The mountain stood on the north side. Down the steep creek bank, across the creek, and up the steep creek bank... Read more
They had a Dodge Dakota in the driveway, and the front license plate said “Dakota.” I was always good with directions, and at the age of three, I believe I could have told you exactly how... Read more
I was born in Juiz de Fora in 1965. It is a place where I spent good moments with my family. However, there is a special place, its name is Rio Novo, and it is near Juiz de Fora about fifty... Read more
Not long ago a kind and generous friend slyly requested my assistance in preparing a Saturday evening meal for a small group being housed in temporary accommodations. She had been... Read more
My father was a gentle, quiet, swarthy man, slow and decisive, both with logic and love. It was summertime, 1957. The day at a close, he’d read me a picture book. Sitting beside me on my trundle... Read more
When I was a child, I believed many silly things . . . I believed that my clothes flew around my room at night after I went to sleep. The closet in my room did not have a door on it, and I was... Read more
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