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.
My Ever-Changing Family
Our family shrinks and grows. People die. People get born. People get mad and won't talk to you for a while. Kids grow up and find partners of their own, and pretty soon there are brand-new in-laws. And a grandchild or two.
My Big Brother Loves Me — The Cataract Chronicles Continued
When my big brother saw me without glasses for the first time in a half century, his reaction took me by surprise. Read more.
Scaling the Mighty Willis Tower — With My Acrophilic Husband
The 108-story Willis Tower is my husband’s kind of place. I first noticed Jon’s acrophilia early in our romance, when we took a trip to Europe. Read more.
Leap Year 1976 — The Day I Popped the Question
This is a Leap Year, and Monday is Leap Day. That means Jon and I will be celebrating the fortieth anniversary of the day I proposed marriage. Read more.
Revisiting My First Blog Post Ever — How the Selective Service Made a Man of My Son
The powers that be at the Selective Service System were after my son. Read more.
Kindergarten Looms for a 5-Year-Old and His Mom
What is to become of a 5-year-old who won’t — can’t? — draw? This is not a frivolous question. Read more.
I’m Going to Be a Grandmother — Or Will I Be a Grannie? A Grandma? A Nana?
What shall I call myself? Something tried and true like Grandma, Grannie, Nana, or Grandmother Newhall? Or should I revive one of my childhood nicknames — Bobbie or Fanny? Read more.