Keeping it Real Storytelling
I laughed out loud when I saw the photo of my two-month-old grandson sporting a “New to the Shenanigans” bib. It was a funny concept; almost like a clue to what’s coming. I don’t think anyone can raise a child without facing some “shenanigans” from…

Ten days ago, I began to receive an unsettling drumbeat of emails from the senior residential community where my 91-year-old mother Ginny lives. August 28th:…
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,…