Fascinating Fire

My first encounter with fire that I remember is a campfire.  Campfires have positive associations for me.  They are beautiful.  Yellow and orange flames are like paint strokes soaring to reach the night sky.  My ears hear gentle pops and snaps while my nose inhales smells of charred smoke. My body is enveloped in a…

Grandpa Olson

My grandpa was a rascal and a tease with a sweet tooth.  I have such fond memories of him.  His heart was so big.  He loved to sneak food scraps to the family cat while at the table, which was a no-no in my house where his eldest daughter lived. One evening my grandma couldn’t…