Author Archives: lynnhesse

My grandson is addicted to his electronic device just like every other thirteen-year- old, but he does look up and speak, occasionally. During Christmas vacation he spent  a couple of nights with us, and we reconnected the old-fashioned way. We talked. He helped with the chores and involved himself in making decisions about Christmas presents.Continue reading “Is truTV true?”

Usually, I don’t play cards or board games. Will a game of darts do? This family game of darts has entertained many an overly energetic child. I remember my daughter and my son in their youth playing with this set, as well as my grandchildren, or anybody waiting impatiently for a Christmas pageant to begin, or theContinue reading “Will Darts Do?”

My husband, Dean Hesse, has never been curious about his ancestry, but he proudly told our grandson, Teddy, about his father, Robert, being in Okinawa in WWII and how he painted art on the Navy pilots leather jackets.  Later, he was a printer and an artist. Dean’s third great-grandfather fought for the Union in theContinue reading “Genetics and Legacy”

I save Christmas cards, thank you notes, and sometimes birthday cards. I store the cards each year in a Christmas ornament box. My husband never brings down the same Christmas boxes from the attic. It’s his way of protesting the task. This husband and wife negotiation game has lead to a ritual for me. IContinue reading “Saved Christmas Cards”

I knew my Emory critique group was important to me for many reasons. The members would see what I couldn’t, tell me what worked, and what didn’t. Mutual respect for each other and our differing writing styles developed over a period of more than ten years. It jarred me when the facilitator decided to disbandContinue reading “The Loss of My Critique Group”

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The Pennsylvania Dutch immigrants considered cake people more refined than pie people because you may put any scrap of meat or vegetable in a pie, bake, and take it into the fields to go to work. No forks necessary. Cake required sugar, honey, or molasses and a yeast or a rising agent. In other words,Continue reading “Thanksgiving Dessert: Cake or Pie Person?”

I’m a rookie cop in the early eighties. It’s that thickest, darkest time of night between 2-4 a.m. where nothing is moving, except burglars, drunks, and officers. I pull over my first D.U.I., ever, on Dresden Drive. Back up is not coming. The male cops have made that pretty darn clear. The drunk is wayContinue reading “Miracle”

Music saves me and soothes me when the pain level, thick like a fog sits on my back, gets too great to think or write. Last Friday night Beverly “Guitar” Watkins and her band, The Meter Tones, played in the municipal parking lot on Main Street in downtown Stone Mountain, Georgia. She played with herContinue reading “Beverly “Guitar” Watkins Music & Pain”