What is it about you that compels me to  find you, to seek you out? Is there comfort,    or hope for a future with you? No! Yes! You  offer me nothing more than a short affair no matter how many times I seek something …

  A Prize in Every Box Popcorn in the cupboard prompts a cascade of childhood memories— the boxes of ‘Cracker Jack’; once-a- week-treats, with a treasure in every box. Sunday brunch at The Owl’s Nest, dressing in fine clothes, carrying a purse with a gold…

Orange creamsicle! my mouth like sticky fingers Sweet May in Cape May

Home from school and the sweltering heat of day Greeted mom and she parroted, ‘Good afternoon, darling’ The last word slapped my face Mom was no romantic And a few steps into the house, dad sat stolid, and stolidly greeted me. An afternoon to remember…

Another Failed Attempt Another failed attempt. Nature laughs in contempt or in contemplation. The other failed attempts hover like ghosts incensed. Either ether or intents; ruinous is the empathy. Failed again? Don’t look so down and there really is a new tomorrow. I’ll take that…

Time is an enormous long river Utah Phillips – song Bridges I would like to believe in the multiverse theory of the universe Each night after finishing cooking and the dishes I could go into my home holo-suite and watch another version of how my…

  Baked Beans   Dad’s recipe: 2 cans of B&M Baked Beans. Add – some combination of brown sugar, molasses, and mustard powder.   Dig out the special crockery only used for this purpose. Nothing fancy. It was a round casserole dish with a lid….

Nanny’s Special Tunafish  Salad My Nanny’s tunafish salad. Family occasio.meal. All the females in the kitchen chatting together. Nanny standing st the sink running water over the oil packed tuna.   No water packed in those days.   Peeling perfectly boiled eggs with shells that…

Please, Mama, I don’t like it I push the peas around It doesn’t matter what I like When I’m in Mama’s house   If you don’t eat it for dinner It’s breakfast in the morning If not breakfast, then for lunchtime And that’s your final…

Food memories are the best!   Becky’s dad, his name was John Made the best flapjacks, at the break of dawn. We ate ’em up faster than he could fry Ole John he was a hell of a guy.   Johnny Marzetti was a dish…