Little Shrines

My sister, Buffy, and I have managed to pare down the items left behind by our parents after they left this earth, and any need they may ever have had for the things that still remain. Buffy and I were resolute about donating, passing on, and discarding. But we found...

Counting Candy

We used to trick or treat with the same seriousness exhibited by big game hunters. Instead of safari hats and guns, we sported rubber masks and flashlights. We traded tips on which houses yielded the best treats, and which should be avoided as a waste of precious...

Rethinking My Dad

My dad never expected to live to be as old as I am now, and I don’t think he was completely prepared for it. When he actually outlived my mother — for whom he had prepared for every possibility when she was “left alone” — he grudgingly...

The Country Club Set and Reset

Among the artifacts in my past life there are several entities I seldom examine any more: music lessons and dancing school, tennis and golf instruction, a private university and a sorority, and a country club. My memories of the country club are mingled with memories...

Susie’s O’Dell’s Basement

She was everything I wanted to be in 1957 in the second grade. The only girl and the youngest child in a small-town Illinois family, Susie O’Dell had it all. The dresses with the matching stiff slips that kept her in a perpetual ballerina state, the lace-edged...