Month: August 1998

  • kids are grey hair generators

    My daughter was less than a month old when she scared the living daylights out of me, triggering the first of my many gray hairs. I was holding her when I realized I needed to go tend food in the kitchen. I quickly spread out a blanket and laid her on the floor in front…

  • finishing the remodeling

    My husband and I listed everything we needed to do to finish our remodeling before our daughter came home after a summer in El Salvador. I gave him the list, packed my bags and flew off to Rochester, N.Y. for the weekend. He worked alone, cementing down the last pieces of the new floor and…

  • divvying out family pictures

    When my Arizona sister said she was visiting our New York brother and sister said, “I’ wanna come, too.” My 42-year-old little brother echoed, “Me, too.” Our last reunion six years ago was under the emotional haze of Mom’s funeral. Since then our parents’ house was sold and recently our father packed what he wanted…

  • Wishing for the folks in Indiana

    That does it. I’m moving to Indiana. My daughter is in El Salvador. My son with the youngest grandchild insists New Orleans is his home. And, last week the college kid, who has been hanging around all summer, stayed behind when we returned after a week of vacation in Indiana visiting his three brothers. I…

  • Back in time at DVBS

    The nurse had leprosy. The once tall, athletic teenager scooted around on the floor begging for handouts. The artist accustomed to computer, a wide selection of pens and papers sat on a low stool using feathers as pens on rough brown paper. The children wore old sheets tied in place with braided bits of rags.…