stories about family

When my husband and I got married five years ago, we weren’t big on tradition. Instead of a church, we got married in a gorgeous old Art Deco building that used to be train station. We had a good friend get ordained online at Universal Life Church…

My husband grew up moving around constantly. His dad helped build plants for Procter & Gamble all over the South, so from the time he was six until the time he was 16, his family moved every year. That meant a new school every year, a new baseball…

In April of 1942, a young woman who was eight months pregnant was widowed suddenly. Her husband, just 42, died of high blood pressure (there weren’t any drugs to control it as there are now). She already had an 8-year old girl and an 11-year old boy at…

My dad has lost all of his stories. A disease has jumbled them, like a terrible tangle of cassette tape, mercilessly unwound. Every story he tries to tell starts with going up the hill: everything is up the hill. “So, we went up the hill . . .way…

The car is where my 4-year-old and I have the best conversations. There are times when I’m driving and covertly trying to reach into my purse, unlock my iPhone, and hit the “record” button in the voice memo app because I want so badly to capture…