A decade of the law
Everything has changed in these ten years. I have climbed to some marvelous vistas, to be sure, but far more time has been spent wandering in the valley of the ...
Category: history of Me
Waiting to know
Sixteen years ago. I still remember so many details about that day, most of them so trivial, inconsequential, which was, I think, all I was really c...
Goody goody gumdrops!
It was Dr. Michael Mikolajczak, the professor with whom I took three of my eleven courses in my undergraduate major (English, if you are just joining ...
Baby sister no more, and yet always
I remember the first day of December, eighteen years ago. It was a soft, snowy morning on our farm on the western edge of Minnesota, and my two sisters ...
Until the music stops
There will be no way of knowing when my heart will stop working. But it will: I am quite sure of that. Not soon, don’t worry. I imagine I have a solid twen...