It wasn’t Valentine’s Day but I remember my first date and the kiss that came with it like it was yesterday. The year was 1956 or maybe...

We were headed for Texas. Daughter Teresa lost the draw so, she was accompanying her dad, “Buck” and me, her mother, from Illinois to...

Scars are part of growing up. One cannot be my age and not have had accidents. I have had my share, that’s for sure. Scars from childhood...