Chocolate Coke

When my sister and I write about our mother Mary or our stepmother Beatrice, you probably think they were both horrible, selfish women. And you would thikn correctly on that count. But each of them did actually have another side–one they showed on rare occasions to the world and on even rarer occasions to my […]

The Life and Death of Brownie

  After my parents’ divorce, a brown Irish setter started hanging around our house.  Lindy and I enjoyed him somewhat, but my mother adored that dog.  It was as though he were her new best friend.  She would drive him around in the front seat of her red convertible, and she would stop and buy […]