It’s not that I have to be the best at anything. Heck, I was a solid B to B-plus student from grade school on. Post-college (and as recently as three or so years ago), I’ve taken
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We Are Family
We were born three months and one week and sixty-five miles apart, my cousin Cindy and I. We married 361 days apart. And yet, we have always been different. Cindy’s father–one of my mother’s younger brothers–and his family moved to the South
Of Finding Joy in Stability
In my fifty-six years on this planet, I have had thirty addresses in seven states. This nomadism didn’t start with me; my mother’s parents moved all over Wisconsin, and my father saw the world during World War II. They married in his tiny South Dakota hometown, and arrived in Sioux Falls while Mom was pregnant… Continue reading Of Finding Joy in Stability
Lent 2013, Day 43: The Holy or the Broken Hallelujah
When I was a teenager, my hometown was gifted with a copy of Michelangelo’s David. After much controversy, it was erected (no pun intended) without a fig leaf over his private parts. “Look at his eyes,” my father liked to say when we’d go by the statue, which was