Memories…Do We Ever Really Leave the Nest?
Do people write memoirs to hang on to the illusions of childhood? Oh so wonderful, that lost childhood! Despite my father’s
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Do people write memoirs to hang on to the illusions of childhood? Oh so wonderful, that lost childhood! Despite my father’s
Two weeks ago I wrote about critters…deer, a woodchuck, others who invaded my yard when I lived in Iowa. So
My title is taken from a song celebrated in the musical OLIVER. In typical Broadway fashion, Oliver Twist and the
WHO LIVES HERE??? When we moved from Chicago to Des Moines, Iowa, we were excited about the deck on
You might have read Annie Dillard’s work: An American Childhood; Teaching a Stone to Talk. I admit that I haven’t
For my post this Easter Weekend, I am sharing sections of an opinion written by the late Michael Gerson, which
I do love being on social media, for it allows me to reconnect with old Chicago friends from high school, college,
I It didn’t work out. I made my children liver sausage sandwiches with mayonnaise, garnished the top with circles of
I wonder if some of the generations below us have decided that we are too old to dream. Because
Writer, researcher Hillary Mantel wrote: “History is not the past, it is the method we have evolved of organizing our
Recently, in an advice column in our local Chicago paper, a woman asked about her blurred visions. The columnist advised
“You have your wonderful memories,” people said later, as if memories were solace. Memories are not. Memories are by definition
After our celebrations to bring in a New Year have taken place, we’re left to our own devices. But does
SO WHY READ THIS NOVEL? Maggie O’Farrell could not have known that our spinning globe would be plagued by
It amazes me, that in these times of easy access to music, a song can define who you are,
My mother Jinni, who raised us after my father’s sudden heart attack and death, revealed through her example the rewards