Memorial Day, or “Decoration Day,” as Steve’s mother always called it, is a time to remember those who have died. Even though many people especially remember veterans, we also remember all those dear people that are no longer with us. Steve and I took a pilgrimage last week to cemeteries where loved ones are buried. … [Read more…]
When I first moved to Illinois from Tennessee and North Carolina, I realized that I did not pronounce several words the way that people there did. I’d always said that “ahrnges” grew in “Flahr-uh-duh,” but in that Yankee-land, they hardly understood me. I said that “a-kerns” grew on oak trees, but my students corrected me … [Read more…]
Steve and I, psychologically speaking, are a perfect match: he is a younger brother with an older sister and I am an older sister with younger brothers. (If the idea is that he’s used to a woman bossing him around, I can assure you it hasn’t worked that way.) But the big difference is where … [Read more…]
