Recently, I facilitated a retreat for the first time. The sponsors and the attendees were all such kind people (and constructive in their critiques; I hadn’t prepared enough content,
Category: Memoir
Spring Is in the Air, and the Tourists Are in DC
In San Juan Capistrano, it’s the swallows. In Hinckley, it’s the buzzards. And in South West DC, it’s the tourists at the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.
Learning to Listen to the Answers to How and Why and What
A Monday in mid-May, 1976. I walked into the Mobridge Tribune, considered the best weekly in South Dakota, to begin what was at the time considered the best combination
Loving DC for the Second Generation
My mother, Gloria Mary Smith Rigney, died twenty-one years ago today at the age of sixty-three. She was alone at her house in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, when she had a heart attack, her second. My sisters, brother, and my