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From Steerage to Sunday Dinners
My grandfather was conceived in steerage class on a ship crossing the Atlantic, his parents fleeing…
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What Happens in Dallas Definitely Doesn’t Stay in Dallas
Football, Friendship, and a Very Bad Hotel Choice In 2012, my beloved Michigan Wolverines were set…
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Before the World Wakes Up
Bundled up like Nanuk of the North Some mornings it’s just us. Fourteen degrees. Three fresh…
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The Boy Who Grew Up Too Fast
My grandpa Charlie was born in Chicago. When he was two years old, his mother left.…
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A Life Measured in Ticket Stubs
I picked up a frame from the framer this week and carried it downstairs to hang…
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L’dor V’dor — From Generation to Generation
Years ago, my parents traveled to Mexico — I think Acapulco — and my dad bought…
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June 1936: A Quarter at a Time
This photograph stops me in my tracks every time I look at it. It’s my grandparents…
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The Times We Couldn’t Stop Laughing
When I think about my mom, I often think about how strong and generous she was.…
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Snowy Walks & Clear Thoughts
People ask me all the time how I survive winter in Michigan. And honestly, when the…
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Steel Magnolias in the City
For Helene, whose strength brought us together and reminded us how sweet life —and friendship —…