Pat and Kathie

We - my DAR buddies, that is - spent our usual Wednesday afternoon/evening cooking for the West Battalion Wounded Warriors. Let me say, if ...

Grace was our maternal grandmother, a "handsome little woman", said the Portsmouth Times in 1902 when she and Jacob with the blue,...

Who among us has not heard her mother’s words coming from her own mouth? It can be startling, especially when the daughter has promised hers...

Going through my mother's letters this weekend, I came across a letter written to her from Staff Sargeant Allen Dillow, her nephew and o...

The mortal life of our mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother came to an end yesterday afternoon but not without a gathering of the clan...

It was a cool and foggy morning when Kathleen and I set off to bag the summit of El Cajon Mountain at El Capitan this weekend. East County b...

There's something about summer coming that lights my fire to check out the missions and ranchos of San Diego. When I got a last minute ...

Overwhelmed by the seemingly neverending stream of newsstories about mankind's seemingly neverending atrocities? Here's a fix I pic...

I had only those few years to know our grandfather, from the time our family moved back to Kentucky after the war in 1946 until we migrated ...

This weekend Jennifer and I headed down to Balboa Park's Cherry Blossom Festival to spend a day in Japanese culture and to be in solidar...