The Worst and the Best Move

The Worst and the Best Move

I’m an immigrant who was born to an immigrant who was born to an immigrant and on and on for generations. You’d think that moving would be in my genes! I’ve Moved a Lot I’ve had plenty of practice in moving. As an adult, I’ve lived in Urbandale, Iowa; Coventry,...
What I Wish I’d Learned in High School

What I Wish I’d Learned in High School

History and Geography I went to high school in the days when they were experimenting with “Humanities,” which meant to be a mixture of English, history, etc., but was actually a glorified form of applied psychology. I asked to learn World History, but the school...
The Atheist Who Taught me About God

The Atheist Who Taught me About God

Fathers. Some are related to us through birth, some through love, and some through both. Some are good and some not so much. None are perfect. Personally, my father was related to me through birth, through love, and he was—well—human. Not perfect, but doing the best...
My Daddy is Awesome

My Daddy is Awesome

Her Daddy is Amazing! Many years ago, my 3-year-old granddaughter, Megan, came into the living room, announcing that she is carrying the doll stroller because she is very strong. I asked her if it was heavy, and she easily confessed that it isn’t. Since...
Holocaust Remembrance Day

Holocaust Remembrance Day

World War II and Me My Birth Family I’m the granddaughter of a half-Jewish woman whose nieces, nephew, and sister-in-law were killed upon arrival in Auschwitz. Her brother, my great uncle, survived Auschwitz, but only just. This grandmother’s Jewish fiancé...
What We Say Matters

What We Say Matters

My Sweet Rebel After adjusting my wailing baby’s cover to keep the drizzle off his clothing, I continued pushing the stroller up the road. My toddler was running on ahead, as she often did. “Cathy, stay away from the curb!” “It okay, Mommy. I not fall.” I ground my...