The Only Thing That Matters
byThe phone rang in our motel room around 9 a.m., startling us all. In 1987, motel room phones only rang if it was a…
Relationships
Baseball, Crossword Puzzles, and an AM/FM Radio
byMy grandparents raised their family in a tiny, brick bungalow on the west side of Milwaukee. The size of the house was inversely proportionate…
Sometimes It’s All So Hard. Sometimes It’s Not.
by“Some of us have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad.” — “As Good As…
Scuba Diving, Heaviness, and My People
by“And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to…
Sticky Taffy
byThough the weather here in the Midwest indicates otherwise, we are firmly entrenched in Spring. It is now mid-May. Or maybe even late-May depending…
Questions Without Answers
byWhen I was nine years old, my grandpa was in a plane crash. While this event has been woven into the fabric of our family’s…