If I Had 3 Wishes As often as I have heard that expression, starting with my childhood, I have never been able to provide an answer. The inquiry is simple and innocuous enough, “what would you ask for, if you had three wishes?” Perhaps it was the recognition that such rhetorical...
It is a chilly summer evening in San Francisco, California. It is the evening of my husband's birthday. We had just returned from dinner and are sitting on our back porch, talking. "Do you think your birth mother is thinking about you today?" My husband, Paul, was adopted, back in Pittsburgh,...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The Grey Wall, Desolation Valley Wilderness Area Haunting personal memories of the past are sometimes ugly ones, but in repeated exercises to maintain mental health, most of his preferred recollections induce smiles and pleasant thoughts. We all would...
