What makes me happy? Catching one of my kids in a moment of real time happiness. Like my son holding his newborn for the first time. Read more.
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Gray Hairs. Wrinkles. And Kids Who Won’t Stop Growing Up
Peter’s in fourth grade now. My third grade boy is gone. Christina has grown an inch since Easter. My size 6 girl is gone. Read more.
A Lost Child in Wartime Detroit — A Headscarf Story
I couldn’t see the point of my mother’s skimpy yellow babushka — until the day I found myself a lost child in a cavernous Detroit department store. Read more.
My Ancestral Ghosts — Are They Haunting This Halloween House in Minnesota?
Could my ancestral ghosts be haunting this Halloween house in Red Wing, Minnesota? I wanted to think so. Read more.
My Long-Lost Dead Ancestors — I Found Them in a Parking Lot
Yes, you can locate your long-gone ancestors. You can pin them down to an exact place. Sometimes it’s a parking lot. Read more.
The Writing Room: Write About My Aging Mother? I Don’t Think So . . .
Ten reasons why I’m finding it impossible to write about my 92-year-old mother, even though she’s all I can think about right now . . . .