Family ties are the ties that bind us to the past. And give us hope for the future. They are also the ties that take the greatest beating in life. Often frayed, dirty, and imperfectly woven, they still mold us;…
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Climbing Memory Mountain: From Down on the Farm and Back Again
It was haying time and the horses were pulling the empty hay wagon up the driveway and back out into the field. As we passed the house, I jumped off and ran up the back steps, through the rickety screen…
Picky Eaters and the Writing of “Skinny Little Frog”
Like all parents, my wife Mary Anne, and I worried about our children. We worried that they weren’t eating well. Juli especially was skinny and often sick.
