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America, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Sociopaths
Target shelves Frank Sinatra next to Britney Spears. Ol’ Blue Eyes getting a posthumous eyeful. I found myself in the “pop music” section a couple weeks back, ostensibly to research a Rihanna tune. The middle school choir at the Big … Continue reading
Memorial Day
In the quarter quell of the WWI draft, my grandfather voluntarily took the place of another man. The man, barely known to my Faf, had a wife and young child. Faf shipped off to the battlefields of Europe in his … Continue reading
Be Still.
The summer after my sophomore year of college, I was one of five camp counsellors at Koinonia, a church camp nestled on the banks of picturesque Lake Sylvia near Annandale, Minnesota. We spent the first week sequestered at a remote … Continue reading
Arrested Development
In the basement of my childhood home, tucked under the steps, is an enchanted room. A room of possibility. The unfinished beams of the underbelly of the staircase, a cool cement floor. Always dark. The silhouette of my dad glows … Continue reading
Gem On Demand
Bringing your best self. So many aspects beyond your control: A fight with your spouse, the weather, traffic, political events across the globe. My gem is dingy, debris obscuring the sparkle. Wash me in a fountain of mindfulness. Buff me … Continue reading
Unholy Grail Part Deux – Making Elsa’s Dress
My middle initial is F. Growing up, other kids naturally assumed it stood for Frances. They’d snicker a bit because it was the 70s and Frances was old-fashioned, not yet recycled and polished by popular opinion. The F actually stands … Continue reading
Unholy Grail: The Quest for Elsa’s Dress
Numerous publications ran articles last week regarding the extreme prices some parents are willing to pay to get their paws on Disney’s sold-out Elsa dress. For those living in sublime ignorance of this consumerist lovefest and the movie upon which … Continue reading
A Tisket a Tasket, I Lay Down in a Casket
I wonder sometimes if there’s any leeway with that whole open casket thing. Could you ask for crossed arms like an Egyptian mummy? Or one hand raised in a peace symbol? How about your … Continue reading
Remembering Gram
When my grandparents died, I inherited a lovely little settee, a two-seater. In true Victorian style, knobby carvings adorned the arched back of rich walnut. My Gram upholstered the piece in a beautiful timeless floral print with a green as … Continue reading