Moving from the family home

It has been a 2 year dry spell for me. I lost my muse, and everything I started writing about seemed unimportant as I wafted around in cyber limbo. After having gone through one of the most important, stressful events in my life – a move out of my home of 21 years, the wells have …

There are a few numbers that have been indelibly burned in memory. My social security number (to the amazement of my daughter) and my childhood telephone number, Woodbine 7-5109. Where I was raised, the phone numbers had the names of trees, shrubs and flowers. Ours was the woodbine, a shrubby vine in the honeysuckle family. Perfect …