Only a Whiff Away
I walked through a walnut orchard near my neighborhood, the early summer sun at the northern end of California’s Central Valley not yet warm enough to make my exercise a sweat bath. My mind wandered from my day’s to-do list…
Driving Like a Grandma
“You drive like a grandma.” I glanced sideways at Tom, annoyance leaking from my brain and threatening to flow out of my mouth. He elaborated. “You don’t keep up with the traffic.” “I’m driving three miles above the speed limit,”…
My Grandmother’s Eyes
In my early thirties, I saw a photograph of my paternal grandmother for the first time. I recognized the long straight nose that is a trademark in our family, and the dimple in her chin was passed down to my…