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
Category: Nonfiction
We’re Never Home Alone
Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. Perhaps it was a Scout campout, or a sleep-over at a friend’s house. Or maybe there was a family crisis your parent or parents had to attend to out of… Continue reading We’re Never Home Alone
The Greatest Banquet of All
Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. We’ve heard a lot about food in the Friday Easter season readings so far. We’ve read about the time the risen Christ invited the disciples to breakfast after he had… Continue reading The Greatest Banquet of All
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