When the Chimney Shook
Daddy didn’t contemplate life before him in rhetorical terms. He might ask the questions, but he’d already accepted the circumstances…
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Daddy didn’t contemplate life before him in rhetorical terms. He might ask the questions, but he’d already accepted the circumstances…
I’m sure my father never thought twice about the plywood he delivered to my junior high school that day; but…
The American Dream was the prevailing mindset: there were opportunities for those who sought them and a political system that…
I wanted the silverware more than I ever imagined, and they have proven to be magical wands full of memories. …
Had I been asked back then, I’d have defined my parents’ definition of “good music” as restricted to songs written before…
My daughter was learning her manners and just barely past two years old at the time of this conversation: Mommy,…
Written to the tune of Cockeyed Optimist from South Pacific, with my apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein. I couldn’t help…
Sometimes we moms wonder if all the repeated teachings we perform as loving parents are ever really understood; emphasis on…
On a regular basis, Winnie eagerly climbed the fence two doors away to spend time with Butch and her poodles. …