My Argentina

January 31 we left Brazil. We thoroughly appreciated the refreshing breeze from the sea , my father wrote. The clean modern docks of Montevi...

“Thirty-nine days ” Mother repeated every time she referred to our experience at sea. After numerous delays, disappointments, and months o...

We should have been in Argentina by then; instead, we were stranded in New York City, awaiting our ship, the José Menéndez . ­­­ Saturday, S...

“Why did you and Dad decide to attend Grace Seminary?” I asked Mother. In her brief and direct manner, she said, “Sam and Lowell [Dad and hi...

I love you, hums the April breeze I love you, echo the hills I love you, the golden dawn agrees. . . Songwriter: Cole Porter The...

 For almost two decades now, I have worked up to this moment. When  my teaching career was nearing an end, I began to think about writing. I...