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Deciding what to have for supper is often overwhelming to me, so it does not surprise me that I have struggled with a much bigger decision over the last year. In February of 2002, Shaun and I had just gotten … Continue reading

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The story of the rock

Not the Rock. That’s his story to tell. (Though the fact that his given name is Dwayne Johnson delights me to no end….) No, today I’m here to tell you about this rock: For the record, this is a photo … Continue reading

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Our Nostalgic Rabbit Hole

Above: My grandparent’s store; my dad’s first (and only) new car; Dewey took selfies before they were a thing. After Myra died, Jess and I (with help from several gracious friends) cleared out her apartment, donated several car loads of … Continue reading

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30 years

10 January 1986 was a pretty typical winter’s day, as I recall. I was in seventh grade, and Jess was in fifth. The morning started earlier than usual for us, as Myra called us down from upstairs at 6:30am. She … Continue reading

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Ye Olde Thanksgiving

You guys, I know the holidays are upon us. No more pretending we have plenty of time to dust windowsills or shop for those weird onion things we only use on the Green Bean Bake. We need to get ‘er … Continue reading

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Jess Karstens

Last year I screwed up JK and my sister got all pissy¬†gently reminded me, so I’m fixing it this year. Ah, Jess Karstens, my baby sister, the person most genetically like me in the whole wide world. She is 16 … Continue reading

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Games

Growing up in a town of 300 people, with no cable TV, we had a full time job just keeping ourselves entertained. Mostly we ran around town like rabid monkeys, riding bikes, swinging on swingsets, jumping through sprinklers. But in … Continue reading

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