Sitting in a drawer in my house, protected from being turned into a chew toy for the depot puppies, is an old, thread-bared, and well-loved bear, named “Bear.” He is approximately seven months older than I, so he is, in … Continue reading →
My Grandmother Nell collected porcelain head dolls and spent evenings sewing new dresses; roamed the Kansas countryside with an old Brownie camera looking for interesting images to accompany her history articles for the Kansas State Historical Society journal; scrapbooked everything … Continue reading →
My father, for reasons known only to him and perhaps to my mother, decided to go to graduate school in Sociology after nearly a decade as a Presbyterian minister, first in Montana and then in Missouri. As a kid, it … Continue reading →