Janice Crow

Janice Crow: “Guarding the Fork”

Janice Crow: “Guarding the Fork”

No, you did not read that incorrectly.  I said “fork”, not “fort”.  I’m often surprised to see how many of…
The Whatever Generation

The Whatever Generation

You hear it all the time. You tell your daughter she looks nice and she says “whatever”. You tellyour teenage…
We May Start Without You

We May Start Without You

I feel cheated.   Nobody ever taught us this fact in school, but from what I read, the First Thanksgiving was…
Popcorn Testimony

Popcorn Testimony

It’s odd that a childhood memory is filed in my brain as both one of the best and one of…
Uncoordinated Faith

Uncoordinated Faith

It all started with the Hokey Pokey in Kindergarten.  I put my right foot in, I put my right foot…
Crickets

Crickets

There are few insects I despise more than crickets.   I hate anything that will just suddenly jump in your direction…
What In Tarnation?

What In Tarnation?

To borrow a catchphrase from Sophia Petrillo (Golden Girls)…”picture it”…small town Illinois, 1961…curly-haired girl in a little plaid dress, white…
The Old Chest

The Old Chest

 A while back, I wrote an article about an old chest beneath the creaky basement stairs at my parents’  house.…
POTLUCK OF OPINIONS

POTLUCK OF OPINIONS

It all started out so well. I still don’t know how I mustered the courage to raise my hand, and…
What My Brother Taught Me

What My Brother Taught Me

What My Brother Taught Me When I was a kid, I would never have thought of my brother, Bill, as…
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