Month: August 2020

Dear Mark, In a few days it will be two years since I’ve looked deep into your gorgeous eyes or seen that smile that always did me in. I don’t know what happened to you that day and I’ve never been the kind of girl that likes mysteries. I don’t know if you slept that … Read more

I started working at the age of sixteen at the local Dairy Queen and except for a few years raising kids have not stopped. Mark’s long-term plan was to keep working until he was a crotchety old geezer, eventually giving up the professor life to work the bench for free for an up and coming … Read more

I feel like girls who drink whiskey have good stories. -Atticus Recently I told my son that during this never ending pandemic, my choices for TV watching had hit new lows. “Mom,” Will said, “I don’t think this is the time to feel bad about how any of us are getting through this. We’re all … Read more

I grew up in a suburb of Chicago, twenty miles south of the Windy City. The town was settled in the 1800s by Dutch immigrants and at the time of my youth was still referred to as “The Onion Capital of the World.” I’m not sure if that little town qualified for the title but … Read more