Thanksgiving is a time for family, tradition, and gratitude. So what do we do when we can’t be near our families? When we can’t participate in our traditions? When we feel anything *but* grateful?Read More
The holidays are coming up, and for many of us who have “evolved” in direct directions from our families of origin, it’s a difficult and sometimes painful time. It’s natural to fear them, at least the “let’s get together and eat and impose our political views on each other” part.Read More
“Let Buddy play his violin with you in the talent show,” Ella told her teenage sons, Larry and Travis.
The year was 1941. Larry and Travis weren’t happy. Both accomplished musicians, they were counting on winning at least a few bucks, which was nothing to sneeze at in depression-era Lubbock, Texas.Read More
When I am eight years old, my dad gets us a new car.
Because he is an organizer with the United Auto Workers, a foreign car is out of the question – even as the 1973 OPEC crisis sent most Americans scurrying for fuel-efficient Datsuns and Toyotas.
Also not on the acceptable list is his dream car, a sunflower yellow Corvette C3 Stingray convertible: Bad form to show up at a picket line in a set of wheels that expensive and flashy.
So, practical man that he is, my dad settles on a lemon-yellow 1974 AMC Matador with a black vinyl roof.Read More