This is how one story goes: My PopPop’s PopPop and his family fled Romania sometime in the decades leading up to the holocaust, leaving behind land and family and lives…
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Image Credit: James Cochran Monday morning we were up at the big rock we call Everest, with all the girl dolls, gathering. My older daughter, Elsie, was explaining why…
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We were the McGill Girls. The phenom that rose from the ashes of my parents’ brutal divorce. Pulled tightly together, a mother and her two girls, arms interlocked and nestled…
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Image Credit: Edwin Carmona “Every dictatorship, whether of man or party, leads to the two forms that schizophrenia loves most: the monologue and the mausoleum.” —Octavio Paz Joe…
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I was born in Provo, Utah. This is not an easy thing for me to admit. It is a shame that dogs me always despite the fact that I’ve lived…
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How often has a total stranger sat down next to you in a public place and offered to split with you their lunch or dinner? I’ll get back to that.…
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The first time I remember having Kransekake was at the 50th wedding anniversary party of my paternal Grandparents Leslie M. Gravesen and Ethel Firing Gravesen (as I write this, Grandma…