Sunday Climbing Tree – in memory of Dad

There were many times my father provided the shoulders that carried me. My earliest memory was this Miller Place memory that I’m sharing from my memoir Thinking of Miller Place: A Memoir of Summer Comfort. That was a literal carrying. Other literal carryings –...

A Summer Place

I believe each of us has a special place that holds sweetness, peace, and memories we can wrap around ourselves. Sometimes it’s a place we’ve only been to once. For a day. Or a time even shorter than a day. Now that summer is ending, I think of mine even...

Sweet Memories of Summer

“If you’re not barefoot, then you’re over dressed.” Thoughts of my childhood summers wrap around me like a well-worn quilt. Over the years the clarity of the square pieces have faded, some colors have run into others with multiple spills and...

My Summer Home

Since summer is coming, my thoughts turn to the place that was most influential in my life. This was my grandfather’s summer home in Miller Place New York. From my birth until I was sixteen I spent each summer there with my family in glorious innocence and freedom. So...