1949: The boy peered out from his hiding place as the soldiers grabbed Father and lead him away—every fiber of his being longed to cry out at the injustice, but he dared not. Father’s crime: graduating from an American university, St. John’s University in Shanghai, the Harvard of China. And now the Communists considered him a threat to their new power and they imprisoned folks … Continue reading My Second Father
The morning of January 5th dawned sunny. My son shouldered his backpack and headed to my car like so many times before. Despite the familiarity of the scene, I knew when he returned he would not be the same, nor would I. An hour later, I parked and we made our way inside his Air Force recruiter’s office, the drop off point for his journey to Basic … Continue reading The Meaning of Mom…A Personal Story
“That poor man!” I exclaimed, peeking from behind the curtain protecting my identity. I could not stop laughing. The unsuspecting trash man had been whistling seconds before. Now, after flinging open the hinged lid of the can, he threw a gloved hand over his nose and doubled over, then peered, questioning, at our house.
Rewind four hours. The warm, sunny, July day had started as uneventfully as a day with a two and four-year-old can. Continue reading Robin Williams and My Son