Literally Letty

One late toasty-warm August afternoon when pancakes baked on the sidewalk, I stood in line at the post office, enjoying the cool air while w...

The old and the new. My address books may not have carried much value over the years, except at Christmas when I yearly mailed cards an...

In my early childhood we lived on a golf course in Independence, Kansas.  In the spring the land came to life. Lilac and forsythia b...

Rainbows over the Highlands. It’s been several years since I told stories professionally.  Now I tell stories through my blog, thro...

Dr. Pepper memory from childhood I'd like to blame my love of  Dr. Pepper on my college life, carrying a heavy load of college class...

A story a story, let it come, let to go...so begins my storytelling shows at schools and with adult groups.  A few weeks ago I had the privi...

The new year begins at last with my pink room clutter free and portions of the house the same. Clutter is a huge issue in my brain, my...