I wrote the following on August 11, and shared it with my dad on paper that day. He has approved its posting… more or less. Today is my dad’s birthday. I won’t say what number it is, because he’d be displeased about that, but I will say I’m really happy to celebrate another one with … Continue reading
My mother, Roberta Marie (Royce) Smith, was born in 1943 in Sacramento, California, to Eunice Marguerite Royce and Thomas C. Royce. One of two children, she lived with her younger brother and their parents in the same, tidy 3-bed/1-very-pink-bath house on 40th Street in East Sac until she moved out in 1961 to go to college … Continue reading
Goulash – Brandon’s all-time favorite, most craved childhood dish is goulash. And not traditional Hungarian goulash, as you might imagine, but more of a sloppy joe affair. 1970s style, canned-vegetable reliant, chock full of ground beef and topped with oven-browned Kraft singles (I didn’t realize that was possible), in all the glory that is – for some … Continue reading
