TBT: Mom Memories
Fifteen years ago yesterday, on August 9, 2002, my mother, Sylvia McNair, died in the very early hours of the morning. This photo is one that my dear friend the novelist Eric Charles May had enlarged and framed for me after that loss. We are in the Hilton Hotel, drinking with our buddies after a […]
My Mother’s Favorite
My mother knew this one by heart: Sneezles, by A. A. Milne Christopher Robin Had wheezles And sneezles, They bundled him Into His bed. They gave him what goes With a cold in the nose, And some more for a cold In the head. They wondered If wheezles Could turn Into measles, If sneezles Would […]
Daily Journal Prompt #37
February 13, 2012: When my mother…
Blizzards, Brothers, and What’s in a Name?
Snow-ly Cow! The Blizzaster! The storm to beat all storms! History in the making! I’m sitting on the couch under a blanket with a cat at my side looking out at the whiteness that the Chicago sky is becoming. They say this will be a winter storm unlike any other. Harumph. Like many of my […]