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Sisters

When I look at this darling picture from 1974 or 1975, I am reminded that I come from The Sisterhood of Quietly Strong Women. My mom, Joann, is the cutie on the left who splendidly put together a brown and white paisley shirt with…

Ditches, Diet Coke, and Dad

The glorious sun and the open road beckoned me with their siren song that fateful April Sunday afternoon. Just hours before, I had stood before the congregation of my little country church and professed my faith in all things Lutheran, thereby proving to the…

The Exposition Part of the Story

I was That Girl when it came to gym class. Don’t get too jealous. I didn’t say I was an It Girl. I was THAT girl. You know the one…she who was not known for her coordination, speed, or grace and was never picked…

Peace on the Water

My father, Morris. As a character, he’s a writer’s dream. He had incredible gifts and incredible flaws. Golden moments and dark complications. Laughter and rage. Robust health and debilitating disease. I will probably spend the rest of my life writing about him, a kind…

Lady in Red

It was July of 1989, the summer before the start of what I had been anticipating my whole life—my senior year at Virginia High School. There was a detailed script to follow, and the first item on the official agenda was getting my senior pictures…

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