My girl Betty Crocker is back in the house

A light tap on the door began a Foster tradition when I was a kid. It was my grandmother and she held two plates of gingerbread that would alter my life as a child and again as an adult. She’d found a box of Betty Crocker gingerbread mix. One night after dinner she made theContinue reading “My girl Betty Crocker is back in the house”

Our Thanksgiving will be smaller with no snoring or peach cobbler

The basement mini fridge is filled with bottled water and juice. The bar is lined up with chips, granola bars, Twizzlers, pita chips and a few other of Celine favorites to snack on. We are breaking CDC guide lines by flying my daughter Celine home for the holidays today from California. And then we willContinue reading “Our Thanksgiving will be smaller with no snoring or peach cobbler”

Mr. Sturgis, the meanest get off my lawn guy in America

Let me introduce you to Mr. Sturgis. The meanest get off my lawn guy in America. Mr. Sturgis sat on his second story balcony shaking his wooden cane at us kids as we played catch on the side walk. I don’t know why we were so scared of him. In addition to the wooden caneContinue reading “Mr. Sturgis, the meanest get off my lawn guy in America”

Homecoming stroke sets off a series of bad health episodes

My daughter Celine was so excited for home coming night her senior year in high school. She had a big job. She was in charge of organizing the West Bloomfield High School homecoming parade and she took her job seriously. Her friends scrambled making her orders come to life. It was the first time IContinue reading “Homecoming stroke sets off a series of bad health episodes”

Down goes Foster: My Texas fall

Austin, Tx — The back of my left arm carries a deep plum purple bruise and doctors say part of it may turn yellow in the coming days. Less than two hours after landing here to visit my daughter Celine I was taking a wild spill through the central Texas heat after tripping over aContinue reading “Down goes Foster: My Texas fall”

Smile. My insides are on candid camera

Doctors did not find the source of my internal bleeding during testing at Beaumont Hospital. Now I must swallow a camera with flash drive. I am not making that up. The good news is I am cancer free and do not have an ulcer. Doctors did say I have a minor sinus condition, which IContinue reading “Smile. My insides are on candid camera”

Sexual harassment in dressing room

One of the low points of my journalism career came early in my career. I was a fresh face 25-year-old at the Detroit Free Press covering minor league baseball for the paper. Do you know what I did? Nothing. And that’s the problem. I was inside the Toledo Mud Hens dressing room at the LucasContinue reading “Sexual harassment in dressing room”