What Kind of an American Female Am I?

What Kind of an American Female Am I?

I’m writing this on the eve of another Fourth of July and dreading it even more. If I wouldn’t feel completely silly waving sparklers like a baton twirler, I might be more enthusiastic. I can still feel those pinpricks on my bare arms so many years ago. The list of...
Big MO and Me

Big MO and Me

I didn’t know until 1965, when I arrived in California, that I grew up in a place that didn’t count for much–Missouri. Not as good as Wisconsin with their cheese or Minnesota of ten-thousand lakes. We had the Big Muddy that only Tom Sawyer and Huck could love....
Mothers Day

Mothers Day

Mom at age 97 I admit to being on the fence about Mother’s Day. I have yet to find a card I think captures my feelings on that particular May day. I know the card industry would disagree. Since my mother passed away I only glimpse the long racks of cards now: mostly...
Coming of Age – Delayed

Coming of Age – Delayed

In 1981 I lived and worked in a tiny village in Kenya for a summer. I’m not sure how much of a difference I and my nine colleagues made during our time there—all of us in graduate school—but the villagers changed me forever. I had never read much about Africa unless...
The Social Contract

The Social Contract

Many years ago I was living in Amherst, MA and at my regular haunt—the café on Main Street. I always walked by the Emily Dickinson Museum first for inspiration before I began my scribblings. The truth is that I’d just come out of the bathroom and could hear a cluster...