This is only my second blog conference and the first Really Big one. When I left home it was raining. The humidity was set to stun level. Or maybe infinity.

I am my father’s daughter.

I am so much my father’s daughter that people used to look quizzically at my blonde, freckled mother and then back at me and say, “Well, I guess…

My mother and father were married back in the 1950s. Dad had graduated from college a few months before and was ready to begin his Adult Life.
Mom? Well, Mom dropped out of school to get married. That’s what many young women did back in Mississippi in the 1950s. After high school, they…

Like many Americans, I find myself profoundly shaken by the tragedy in Boston. We’ve had too many of these. Too many senseless deaths. I think this one hits home more than many because it could have been me…