The summer between high school and college (1975), I worked for a bank on the teller line. My first boss was decent, forthright, communicative, well respected by those above her, and a tough cookie to those she managed. You either loved Hazel or you hated her. She treated and taught me well. No ambiguity. I… Read More

I am the oldest of four children born to a Mom who graduated from high school and a Dad who left school in the eighth grade. I am the only one of their kids who gradated from high school and college. However I did not walk for high school graduation; instead I moved to Virginia Beach… Read More

My grandmother was quite a woman. A gardener, a fantastic cook, a healer, and for this granddaughter – the best grandmother ever. I felt she died too young for my development into womanhood in our family. I was 16, she was in her 70’s. I missed her immensely and to this day when I garden I… Read More