It seems several lifetimes have passed since I sat in the grass on the side of a hill in a small community outside Rockford, Illinois, watching fireworks with my boyfriend.
I was 17, about to he…
I’m not sure if it’s me or my generation in general, but I seem to have skipped over the Facebook fandom, never did Myspace and am not particularly keen on any other social media.
When we first moved to the area in the mid-1990s, the Navarre Beach Bridge was still a toll.
Somehow, though, I have only positive memories of crossing that bridge despite the fact that I had to…
For the last nine months, I’ve been immersed in the worlds of Navarre and Santa Rosa County.
It’s been fascinating and challenging to understand the smaller community of the area stretched along…
I grew up with snow and ice in the winter, the smell of burning leaves in the fall and tulips popping up in strange places in the spring, along with a sea of mud.
The summers in Illinois were war…
I grew up jumping off high dives, which were common in community pools back then. I spent hours each week in the water during the summer months, both the chlorinated kind and the muddy lukewarm river…
Before my oldest two children went to college, I made each of them a book.
I filled a three-ring binder with letters from close friends and family members, as well as advice on all of the things…
On my 16th birthday, I went straight from the driver’s license bureau to the Howard Johnson’s by the interstate and got my first job.
Back then, that’s what teens did. They worked in restaurants…
I spent Friday night babysitting a lizard for my daughter who turned 23 Saturday. Both halves of that sentence are improbable sounding to me. That I would babysit a lizard and that my oldest child w…
For the last eight months, I’ve been immersed in the worlds of Navarre and Santa Rosa County.
It’s been fascinating and challenging to understand the smaller community of the area stretched alon…
