This is a Mother’s Day poem my son Nathaniel bought for me from a homeless man named “Twin” at Skid Row in Los Angeles.

Maybe I’ll even take some to the fair.

Thanks to Kathy S. for sharing this with me: I was out walking with my Grandson. He picked something up off of the ground and started to put it in his mouth. I took the item away from him, and I asked him not to do that. “Why?” my Grandson asked. “Because it’s been on [...]

Once upon a time, there was a Big, Strong Red Barn. It was built long ago to hold the horses which Farmer Green used to plow his corn and bean fields. Big, Strong Red Barn had four – 7 foot high horse stalls and two spacious brick-lined pen areas, plus a hayloft which could hold [...]

Harvey and Edna Bluedorn, 1934 (drawing by Johannah Bluedorn Stanford)

While America celebrates the 100th anniversary of the birth of Ronald Reagan, I’d like to pay a small tribute to another great man who also was born a hundred years ago – my dad. Though for a while the two – my dad and Reagan – actually lived within a few miles of each other, [...]

Helping Gwammy with orders.

I don’t think I can call him Baby any more.