Weird, Little Thingys

Dear Readers, This morning, as I wandered into the little coffee shop at UVM, I took notice of a cute, little, brand-new power-bar thingy at the register. It had oats and nuts and dried fruit and had appealing packaging. “Oh, I love that!” I said. “Beau would love that! I’ll get him one.” Uh. Oh….

Children of the Occupation, and Alzheimer’s

Dearest Readers, My cousin Nancy Dunlap Bercaw was here this last weekend and we spent a great deal of time talking about our families. She noted that our parents and some of us cousins were Children of the Occupation. My dad was born in Manila. I was born nearby at Clark Air Base. That Nancy…

Our Fathers Who Art in Heaven

Dear Dad, There’s only one call I have ever made on Father’s Day. And this is the first time I won’t make that call. Even last year, when you began your steep decline, the aides at Juniper brought you to the phone. You didn’t say much but I screamed I LOVE YOU OLE DAD into…