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r.i.p. don pardo

You may not know Don Pardo by name, but you’ll know his voice when you hear him. He’s the announcer who would introduce Saturday Night Live. 90 more words


75th Anniversary of WWII

It is surely no reason to celebrate – but it is a part of “Lest we forget”. Just about a month ago we talked about the Centenary of WWI – and the statement of General E. 597 more words

We Don't Talk About That



I can’t remember when he (though how I knew it was I “he” I’ll never know) came into my life. I must have been very little, because Yellowdog was an integral part of childhood for as long as I can remember. 345 more words

On Birthdays {My New Normal}

I turned fifty-three two weeks ago today, and for the first time I didn’t hear my mother’s voice on August 5. It’s been almost two years since her dementia diagnosis, so her memory is not what it used to be, not like it was when she would call and sing “happy birthday” to me whether I was living in Oxford, Mississippi, or Washington, DC, or Richmond, Indiana, or Knoxville, Tennessee. 222 more words


Losing a Parent: My Relationship Obituary

I’ve had to stop contact with my mum at least for now because she’s abusive.  But that doesn’t make this easy.  I still love her very much and am writing this obituary to our relationship, focusing on the good stuff. 461 more words


The Schuco!

© 2014  Vernon Miles Kerr

What was it about those little two-and-a-half-inch model racecars, with their quality German clockwork propulsion systems, that bring back such fond memories? 86 more words


Living on Borrowed Time?

Dad wanted to manage my finances. He knew I couldn’t balance a checkbook if my life depended upon it, and I knew he was more than capable of doing the job. 926 more words