Soldier’s Tale: Memorial Day spurs recollections of dad’s wartime sacrifices
On a warm spring afternoon 22 years ago, my dad and I sat chatting on the lawn outside a clinic where my mother, who suffered from early onset Alzheimer’s Disease, was having an MRI. My dad had been her caregiver for nearly 10 years. During a lull in our conversation, he took his worn leather wallet from his pocket and, from between two old photographs, he pulled out a lock of hair. “I think it’s time I told you about Helen…” he began.
GETTING OUT: June gloom can bring out the best of Calero Park
Mother Nature has many moods. Visit your favorite natural
The risks of roommates, rentals and rice cookers
When I moved out of my parents’ house - contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t kicked out - to head off to Cal Poly, San Luis Obipso, I began what I like to call my adventures in R&R: Renting and roommates.
