Musings from my driveway, my home and my heart
My mother poses next to my dad’s two-tone 1958 Ford Thunderbird in the driveway of our home in northwest Detroit. She’s dressed in a shimmery gold outfit with a quadruple strand of white beads and a wide-brimmed hat trimmed in colorful cabbage roses. Her outfit is the perfect complement to the coupe’s aqua-and-white exterior. Clotheslines... Continue Reading →
It’s been a relief for me to take the ferry every summer to Mackinac Island in northern Michigan, where cars have been banned since 1898. No traffic jams, no exhaust and no noise, just an estimated 10,000 bikes, along with pedestrians, horses and horse-drawn carts and taxis. The downside: Distracted “driving” and road rage now... Continue Reading →
I took my 20-month-old granddaughter to story time last week at the local library, where the theme of the day was “cars and trucks.” Librarian Joyce peeled off yards of black sticky tape with yellow dotted lines to make a pattern of roads in the room and then hauled out tiny street signs and vehicles... Continue Reading →
Anita's Way 