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
Category: Life in the 50s
The Peaceable Pursuit of Gardening
It started small, with some onion sets and a few tomato plants, back in 1987, the year we moved into our first house in a new development 35 miles west of Chicago. By the time we moved back into the city about four years later, the space my ex lovingly
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