ILEANA JOHNSON

Grief. A small, one-syllable word that packs a formidable  punch. No one escapes its grips; some are tortured their entire  lives. How do I...

The room is mostly empty. Her bed and favorite pillows are gone, donated to patients at the nursing home who don’t have relatives to care en...

Photo wikipedia An unknown grandma in her winter kitchen that looked  just like grandma Elena's The temperatures dropped overn...

Maita's house, after a fresh coat of paint in 2012 Maita’s real name was Elizabeta. Her intense blue eyes and will power could pierc...

Photo: Ileana Johnson 2015 Water pump installed long before I was born The hot summer has been suddenly replaced by a cold-driving fal...

The creek of our childhood Photo: Ileana 2015 As we age, humans tend to mellow out and nothing that had previously been that important m...

  Photo: Wikipedia I found an interesting old book that my Grandma, in her youth, would have been familiar with, which described the q...