My Uncle Bill had a job at the old Met Center in Bloomington, and when he was working a Minnesota North Stars game, he often took my cousin Natalie and me along. The North Stars were Minnesota’s first National Hockey…
Even when finances were tight, Mom always saved enough for art lessons for her children. Each Saturday at 10 a.m., she stopped vacuuming, folding laundry or putting away groceries to hand $1 bills to each of us—her seven budding artists,…
I remember the day we lost our vacant lot. It was where we played kickball and baseball as kids, racing from the first base pine tree to the second base divot by the alley to the third base apple tree…
Mom never liked toys. Despite a house full of children, our home was never cluttered with toys. No race cars or Tonka trucks splayed across the family room floor. No Barbie dolls or doll accessories lost in sofas. No board…
When we were young, I marveled at my older brother Paul. He was so self-confident, so passionate. Like Paul, I felt strongly about my convictions but I was shyer and more hesitant to share them with the world. From an…
Thanksgiving 2020 will be unlike any other for many families. But it doesn’t take a pandemic to elicit a dramatic change in holiday plans. Decades ago, as relative after relative arrived at our Highland Park home in the days leading…
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