Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…
Last week, I was digging through a stack of aging, faded newspaper articles I wrote as a free-lancer back in the late 1990’s, hoping to…

I grew up less than an hour from Amish country. When I think about that, it’s hard to believe because I was full-on suburban girl,…

It has been almost a year since my mother Ginny turned 90 during the Covid lockdown. At the time, I remember telling her that as…

This is not a story about my hair; but it starts there. It had been eight months since my last chemotherapy session and my short…