There's a small mint green Cape with white trim that sits facing the house I grew up in. Large brick flower boxes flank the front door. When I was younger, they almost always had petunias in them. From the ground up, these flower boxes are about 2 feet tall and 4 feet wide. A … Continue reading Gram’s House
Author: gretchenmulroy
Reflections
My Dad arrived in Viet Nam on his 21st birthday. He didn't share much more than that when my brother and I were kids. He'd brought a few souvenirs back with him, some tall black wooden vases with etchings on them, and he'd told us a little about where he got them. He … Continue reading Reflections
The Monday that Bit Me in the Butt
Everyone has a "bad Monday" story, I'm sure. Mine is from April 4, 2016. And it started off with a mammogram. Who makes a mammo appointment for a Monday?! (All kidding aside, make sure you schedule and keep your yearly mammo appointment ladies!) I arrive on time for my appointment, and the tech takes and … Continue reading The Monday that Bit Me in the Butt
Finding Joy
Tuesday night is my favorite night of the week. Tuesday nights bring me joy and laughter. Lots and lots of laughter. And sometimes bruises. I signed up for an "Adult Jazz and Tap" class at my daughters' dance studio. Dance is good exercise, I thought, I could learn jazz. Jazz could be fun. Although admittedly, … Continue reading Finding Joy
The House on New Hanover Avenue
(A Tribute to my Aunt Janet and Uncle Max) There's an old dark brown Victorian house with white trim that sits at the bottom of a hill, through a wooded path, from my childhood home. This is how I remember it. The sidewalk that leads from the driveway to the back porch is the perfect … Continue reading The House on New Hanover Avenue
Gretchen L. Mulroy 