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“What is a Home?”

My husband informed me that my blog is confusing at times because it’s not clear who’s talking (Dad or me). The reader has to figure out who’s saying what. I’m sorry about that—this is a work in progress. From now on, I will be clearer about...

Tappy the Mouse

“We have a problem,” my husband Todd says as I walk in the front door. It’s an early fall afternoon and I’ve just returned from a walk in the ravines with our dog Sam. “What now?”  I ask as I enter the kitchen where he is sitting, not wanting...

Eggplant is Elegant

I’m home for lunch today and I actually took time to stop writing and eat. Where do the hours in a day go? I buy an eggplant every so often with full intention of slicing it up and frying it with melted cheese and fresh tomato–Mom’s favorite. It...

Food Can Say It All

Like dance, to really enjoy writing, I need time and space. I’ve learned to fit it in around my work, my life, and not to think I need a different one in order to make it happen. In fact, the sense of urgency to get through something is probably exactly what I...

Whose Time Are You Running On?

“I think about these things now,” Dad said. What he really said was how he wished he had gone back to Chicago to thank Hy Hammer in person for covering the cost of our family to go along with him on his fellowship to Europe. I’m sure Mom and Dad...

A Modern Woman

While Dad was building buttresses, Mom was building a home.  One fish, two fish became three and four then five fish. He may have been captured by Mom’s outward beauty but it was the gentle breath of her soul and strength of her mind that won his heart. Her...

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