We Gather Together

I don’t watch much TV these days (other than American Idol and Ice Road Truckers in season), but once upon a time I was a TV devotee. Of all the shows I ever watched, I don’t think one spoke to me or reflected my life more

Thanks Giving

Thanksgiving 1961 in my hometown of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, was warm, warm enough for my cousins and me to run around outside our house on North Summit Avenue without coats while our fathers watched football and our

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What’s Important

I’m probably not going to reach 50,000 words for the novel I’m working on as part of National Novel Writing Month. Midway through, I’m just shy of 13,000 words. And I’m OK with that. I’m loving Fourteen, about a fortysomething woman who finally must face the pain she feels from having caused a

FoG

No, that’s not as in the stuff that rolls in over San Francisco Bay… F o G, as in Friend of God. I was at a retirement party recently, and one speaker described the honoree as a