Magical Memoir Moments
The Bedroom Where It All Began: A Truly Magical Memoir Moment
Sometimes a Magical Memoir Moment occurs in less than a second. The way my parents told the story, their first meeting was like that. If either of them had made different choices that fateful day, forty-six people would have very different stories. Or no story at all.
Things My Father Said: A Message from the Grave
They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. My father’s eyes look different to me in the few pictures I have from his last years. The one below gave me shivers when it appeared last week on Facebook. The photo comes from the 1979 Lititz, Pennsylvania, high school yearbook, The Warrian. Daddy’s last…
It Takes a Village to Write a Memoir: Returning to Lititz, Pennsylvania, Cool Small Town
I grew up on a farm, but I come from a village. This village, commemorated on a plate that rests in my dining room: Today I write in praise of Lititz, Pennsylvania. I attended Warwick High School, worked at Stauffer’s Market, and attended Lititz Mennonite Church. Most of the drama of my teenage years…