Category: memoirs

Sister, Sister, Sister

They say the more things change, the more they stay the same. After spending the weekend with my sisters here in Missouri, I am inclined to believe that this is indeed true. What a difference thirty years can make… Frankly, I think we have all changed for the […]

The Longest Year

I was never on great terms with my sixth grade math teacher. As she is (hopefully) still alive and there is a good chance she is computer literate, I shall not mention names. There is the off chance my dislike for math in all its forms had much […]

Breakfast With Grandpa

I was always a bit of a Grandpa’s girl. I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe it was because I loved sitting at his side and listening to hunting stories. When I was 11, I actually started trying to write them down with the intent of making them into […]

The Evergreen Lilac

It was a pretty well-known fact on Grand Street that June’s house had the prettiest lilac bush anywhere. In May, its boughs were practically crushed beneath the weight of enormous, fragrant, purple blooms.  Even in summers with no rain, while the neighbours’ own lilacs were reduced to shriveled […]