Sunday’s Child:  Olive Persists – Memoir

Olive was not family. She wasn’t a family friend. I’m not certain I could pick her out in a line up. I remember her as old with curly hair that was starting to grey. Likely she was younger than I am now. She would tell you that she had “lost her figure” like it wasContinue reading “Sunday’s Child:  Olive Persists – Memoir”

Sunday’s Child Reflects – Ode to Joy – Memoir

My little brother was a good sleeper. His nap time was one of my favourite times I experienced with my father when I made the trip from Vancouver to Los Angeles to see him for summer holidays. When my little brother would go down for his nap, my father would blast his tunes on hisContinue reading “Sunday’s Child Reflects – Ode to Joy – Memoir”