Pity the poor Granthams. Yes, I know, it’s easy to make sarcastic fun of their problems: the common Irish son-in-law who fancies a mere school teacher with a mind of her own; the brooding, and unmarriageable, daughter who can’t seem … Continue reading →
Turning fifty didn’t freak me out as much as turning thirty had. Thirty prompted feelings of needing to be a real adult, not the international wandering soul of my twenties. Real job, real money, maybe even a real husband and … Continue reading →
As a writer and an American citizen, I strongly support freedom of expression. I support a person’s right to submerge a cross in a jar of urine and call it art. I support peoples’ right to gather in protest or … Continue reading →
Arriving in Missoula is a homecoming for me. I left Missoula in 1998, chucking in my ancestral and spiritual home for another ancestral-spiritual home of Scotland, thus, migrating in reverse the journey my ancestors had taken from the Old World … Continue reading →
Leaving the Black Hills, we soon enter Montana. I have driven across the entire state to and from the Midwest many times. It never gets old. Some may not find beauty in this landscape of endless high plains punctuated with … Continue reading →
On Thursday we continued west to Rapid City, stopping by the Corn Palace in Mitchell. We were going to leave some of Dad’s ashes here, but Mom suddenly wasn’t feeling as playful about the prospect as we sisters were. (Confession: … Continue reading →
Tuesday marked the 1-year anniversary of Dad’s death. That morning we drove west to Paullina, IA, home to friends Mom has known since high school in Omaha. The Innises’ farm outside of Paullina was a favorite oasis for the Snyders … Continue reading →
We nearly left Dad on the kitchen ledge as we set out this morning, Mom, my two sisters and I, on Day 1 of our road trip from Indianapolis to Montana. In our flurry of packing the rental Toyota Sienna, … Continue reading →
