A Postscript to “Hopes and Dreams”
Turns out that one of the truck/horse rigs that I passed leaving Choteau a week ago belonged to Leslie and her husband. I learned to know Leslie almost 30 years ago when she was a Nevada…
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Turns out that one of the truck/horse rigs that I passed leaving Choteau a week ago belonged to Leslie and her husband. I learned to know Leslie almost 30 years ago when she was a Nevada…
I dropped granddaughter Ella off in Choteau on Friday afternoon—in time to join the small town’s 4th of July celebrations. She anticipated the crafts and food in the park, a parade, a street dance, open houses,…
Here’s a little confession: when I am dying for something sweet—something close to a piece of candy—I’ve been known to buy a bag of marshmallows. Far cheaper than chocolates. And reasonable on the calorie front: Four…
Yes, I know that I can’t take any of my treasures into the next world. And yes, I’ve been slowly sorting and purging. At least of the easy stuff: jam and jelly jars; abandoned clothes; a…
I am a legend in my own head for wasting bananas. I purchase them with some frequency, intending to be “good” and improve my diet. Then, when they start to brown and spot, I plop…
I’ve long since told you about my introduction to graduate school at the University of Oregon: deaf landlady, garret room with a naked lightbulb, one refrigerator shelf, reading assignments triple those that I’d experienced in college,…
Soon after I was born, Paul and Esther—my mother and father—signed me up for an account at McPherson’s Pioneer Savings and Loan Association. When I was old enough to understand, the bank gave me a miniature…
I learned the word “ana” in graduate school as I focused on early U.S. history. Secretary of State Thomas Jefferson penned a series of short notes titled “The Anas.” Gossip, slanderous digs, frustrations, and observations…