Over the weekend,  the car my daughter drives (the one her Grandmother drove for a decade and the one that sat in a driveway for a year when Grandmom no longer had access to the keys and the one John drove for a year or so before buying his own), lost its muffler. Not completely… Continue reading Old Cars

In that period of time between homelessness and engineering, my brother Marc was a custodian. He emptied trash, washed floors and picked up after people just like me. Until his future boss got to know him. Got to know the guy emptying the trash in his company’s space. Got to know my brother, the man… Continue reading How much do you know about the person who cleans up after you?

Yesterday I returned a call from a former volunteer, one whom I had never met but one whom I’d heard a bit about. An older woman with a finishing school accent, she was lovely to talk with. We chatted for a while, about her history, her current life, her next birthday (80), her upcoming move,… Continue reading A memory of giggles

30 years is a long time for anything. My God, I can't even believe I'm old enough to remember 30 years worth of stuff! But 30 years it is. 30 years of truths, filled with love, heartache, adventure, poverty, sorrow, fun, boredom, humor, adoption, childbirth, more love, frustration, sickness, insecurity, joy, pain, raising children, more… Continue reading 30 years is a long time