Memories from the Class of 1977
I always loved talking to Harry Whittaker. He made you feel better than you had the right to feel about …
Category Archives: Memoir
The Unfolding Highway…part 1
I remember watching my Dad fold a road map on vacation while driving the highway. It is a lost art …
His Folger’s Can is Empty
The man with the shepherd crook disguised as a dust mop has died. There is a melancholy in the closet …
A Choir of Donkeys and Angels
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~ Victor Hugo I …
Saying Goodbye to Jimmy
He said goodbye in the same graceful and light-hearted way that he lived, revelling in his answers to aggressive sales folks on the phone when asked why he was cancelling his phone service or subscriptions, “The reason I’m cancelling is I’m dying, I’m going home.”
Discovering the Holy Among the Profane in Fifteen Minutes
I grew up in a home that severely limited my creative outlet of language…I wasn’t allowed to curse, nor was …
The Heavens Dark Matter and the Andy Warhol Swing
Once in my youth, I felt heaven unreachable, sterile, a place of thou shalt not have fun, and my fervor …
A Note in Each Pocket
My daughter Jenna texted me this message a few weeks ago while she watched the halftime events of an National …
Magical Monotonous Christmas
At the age of four, I doubted Santa for the first time. Not his girth or beard or constant jolliness, …
Telling Our Stories with Both Hands
Karen and I have twenty-three children ranging in age from fourteen to thirty-three. We aren’t on the hook for college …
