As my sister and I were working on our family home last year, preparing it for the estate sale, we were, naturally, overwhelmed by all of the ‘stuff’ in the house. Stuff that needed sorting; stuff that needed to be thrown away; and stuff that needed to be saved. The more we worked, the more… Continue reading It once was lost, but now it’s found…
Last night, my sister went up to Kenosha for the closing on our family home, where our family has lived since 1966. It’s the only home Beth and I knew from our growing up years until today. Last year, after we moved my mom into her new home, we spent months cleaning (and cleaning) the… Continue reading This used to be our playground
He was calm, cool, and easygoing. He was the member of my family we would turn to for sound, sane advice, and a clear vision of what was going on in our lives. He never raised his voice. He never lost his temper. Oh sure, he got angry a time or two, but if he… Continue reading Remembering Uncle John
Five years have passed by so very quickly. And yet, every July 3, I recall that day, vividly. I recall the surreal, foggy morning in Saugatuck. I was camping with my friends, and decided to call my dad for the first time that weekend. The calls went unanswered. I recall seeing “The Devil Wears Prada”… Continue reading Five Years
It’s been a great run, but this week I decided to retire my little white putt-putt– my 1999 Suzuki Grand Vitara, lovingly known as the “Grand Viagra.” I got the Grand Viagra in 2006, shortly after my dad died. My old car took a dump and became scrap shortly after his funeral. When my cousin’s… Continue reading Farewell, Grand Viagra!