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My Old Friend Anne

I first meet Anne at my elementary school book fair. I’m eleven. She’s twelve. She’s wearing a blue shift dress over a filthy white shirt. Her red hair is in two long braids, and a wide-brimmed straw hat is perched on the back of her head. She holds a large, ratty...

I Stole This Baseball

We vacationed recently in northern Michigan. On our way home, instead of staying a night in Chicago like we had planned, we decided to stop in my “home town” of South Bend, Indiana. I lived in South Bend from the ages of 6 to 12 on Arbor Drive, a tree-lined street...

Stop Crying!

Crystal, the kids, and I vacationed in northern Michigan. On our second full day, we drove up to Old Mission Peninsula in Traverse City. Beautiful, beautiful country. On our drive, we found a quaint general store that featured clerks in black bowler hats, loud Roaring...

Whatever Happened to Benjamin R?

Most guys have a bachelor party. This is what I did. It’s March 17, 2000, barely twelve hours before I get married. I’m standing at an airport gate as passengers from a Salt Lake City flight stream past me. I’m scanning each face for someone I haven’t seen since I was...

Look! Heaven!

Hi everyone,   A memory for you. . . I’m nine years old. I’ve spent the night at my best friend’s house. We wake up early because today is the very last day of third grade. His mom, notoriously frugal, feeds us scrambled eggs on toast. I am shocked that we’re not...

Song Story: Best That You Can

It was a spring weekend. I spent the days hiking Zion National Park, and the evenings playing concerts with my good friend and Native flutist Mark Holland.   But it was Mother's Day weekend, and I was missing my wife and kids.   I was also thinking about my...

Song Story: Daredevil Hill

My final year of Cub Scouts, going for my Webelos badge, was a tough year. Dad had lost his corporate job, which put him in the position of having to work a million smaller jobs in order to make ends meet. Eventually, he took a short-term job out of town. It was tough...

Dysfunctional Family

All I can say about this song is that it’s not about my family. It’s not about your family. It’s about other people’s families. You know the ones I’m talking about. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5hsEZM-YkE   Dysfunctional Family We went and took these photos...

Life Is More

I was reading an essay by the columnist Anna Quindlen, and a single line stopped me in my tracks. I remember the quote being (though I can’t find it a second time), “Life is a circle and not a line.” Whether or not that’s what she said, that’s what I remember, and it...

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