PATRICIA KEOUGH WILSON

I have a love-hate relationship with phones and writing this blog post has increased that. I finished the post, went to add an image or two and the post disappeared. If there is a secret drafts file somewhere, I can't seem to find it. So I start again. The phone ringing in my childhood home often evoked apprehension for me. We had two different phone numbers. One was for my dad's business; one was for the family. It was the business phone that caused me to develop a lifetime

A long-time friendship is connected to ships. Trust me. Read on. She has been my friend since I was in first or second grade. Her home provided refuge for several years when I came to visit my aging mother. I needed the emotional space. Watching my mother retreat from us as age began to cage her was beyond hard. My friend and I built a stronger bond during the hours spent gabbing. Topics ranged from the silly to the sublime. We are comfortable with one another. She no longer

What is it about wicker furniture that stirs emotions, awakens memories? I wrote a blog about front porches and their role in my life. I used a photo of wicker furniture on a porch. Strong response to that blog. And the wicker furniture photograph stirred my memories of my Grandmother Alice, my dad's mother. The great grandkids took to calling her Great Alice. She lived to 103. I'd like to say her mind remained sharp but that would be wishful memory creating. She became so be